needadrink.”andjustbeforedraoanstartwthatithadbeenhimthatdrovehimawayfromhisownhome,harryturnsaroundonesttime,raisinganeyebrowwithsomethingthatmighthavebeenimpatiene.“youoming?”

draodoesn’thesitate.

harry

draodoesnotreallyfitwiththepeoplehere,butsineharryhadstarteddragginghimalongtoeverythingashisplusone,nohoughttoargue,justorderedanotherroundofdrinksandsaiditwasonthetwoofthem.

“youdidn’ttellmeitwasgoingtobeeverybody.”draosaid,butdoesn’targue,justthrowshisoatoverthehairandrollshissleevesuptotheelbowinthewaythathean’tknowharrylikes.“it’snotreallymype.”

“you’refine,”harrytellshimbak,andheis.truthfully,harrydidn’tknowthateveryonewouldbehere,butmaybetheyshouldhave.thisiswhattheyalwaysdidafterthewar,throughthereportsandthetrialsandtherebuildingandthegrief,findabaranddrinkuntiltheyan’tstandontheirown.maybeitwasabadwayofdealingwiththings,butitwastheonlytimesheouldrememberbeinghappyinthattimerightaftertheyear,andtheydeservedahobeyounganddumb,justforafewmonthsoftheirlife.

it’sallofthem.ronandhermioneareataboothsharingapteoffriesthatherofthemareeating,andginnyandlunaareslowingintheornertothesongontheradio,nevermindthereportersnappingpituresofthem.nevillehadfoundhiswaytothebar,andgeewasrightbesidedrao,wherehehadalreadyseemedtobehalfwaydowntheroadtobeingadrunkenmess.padmaandhersisterarethere,too,thespaebesidethemremindingthemallovender,whoshouldhavebeenherewiththembutstillwon’tleaveherhousebeauseofthesarring.andthat’sjusttheonesloseenoughforharrytosee.