arrydoesnot.oneomes,andharrydoesnot.hirty,andlunaisbeginningtolookarmedattheferoityhewasshowingwhilepaingaroundtheroom.

“they’regoingtobebak,youknow.”lunaisentirelyalm.draoisstartedtogetthesmallestofsuspiionsthatitwashimthatneededtheompany,nother,andginnyhadknownit.hehatedwhenpeopletrytobenietohim.“thingsomeup.”

“things?”heroundedonher,intendingtobullyheroversomethingthatwasn’therfaultlikeheusedto,butthenhetakesinhertrustingfaeandwideeyesandan’tbringhimselftodoit,whihisashame.itwouldhavemadehimfeelbetter.“whatthings,exatly?”

lunashrugs.“peopledon’talwaysliketoooperatewhenthey’rebeingarrestedformurder.”whih,okay,fair,butnotagoodenoughexpnation,beausedraowasstillonotingimagesofharrybleedingoutonthegroundsomewhereanddraonevergettingthehotellhimgoodbye,orsorry,orhowgratefulhewasthatharrystoodupthatdayattheministry.butthenlunayankshimawayfromhisworryentirelybysuggestingtheymakeaake.

“whythebloodyhellwouldwemakeaake?”

hestaresather.forthemostpart,draohasbeomeusedtotheideathatlunadoesnotseethingsthewaythateveryoneelsedoes,buthedidn’tseehowookingwouldimprovethesituation.

“ginny’salwayshungryafterthesesortsofthings.”shewavedherhandintheair,likethesesortsofthingswereasompliatedandworrisomeasatwoadayquiddithpratie.“ithinkit’sahootesortofnight.”

draostopstostareather,andthenrealizesthatmaybehedoesn’twanttoturnherlooseinhisspotlesskithen.andalsothatmaybehedoesn’twanttojustkeepsittinginhereallbyhimself.

“yeah,alright.”heheaveshimselfofftheouh.“butipikthefrosting.”