eyweren’tquitereadytoleave,yet,sodraosomehowmanagedtomakeamealoutoftheremnantsoftheirlunhandtheyheadedouttothedeayinggreenhouseforapini.

“it’ssortofbeautifullikethis,”draosaid,wavinghiswandzilytogestureatthegreenhouse.bubblesstreamedoutofthetipandharryaughtthemonhishands,wathingastheyburst.“allbrokendown.”

beautifuldisasters.draolikesthose,harryislearning.hejusthopesthathasnothingtodowithhowmuhdraoseemstolovehim.

“weouldleaveitlikethis,ifyouwant.”harrywouldn’tmind.hehadalwayslovedwhenthingswerealittlemorehaoti,probablybeausesomuhofhisearlylifeatthedursley’shadbeenonstrainedandstifled.helikestooloroutsidethelinessometimes,justtoremindhimselfhean.plus,theonlyrealproblemwastheholesintheroof,andtheyouldgethermioydownaspellthatfixesthat.“onelessthingformetodo.”

“seemsabitimpratialthough,”draomused,maybetobediffiultormaybebeausehewasatuallyonsideringit.“abrokendowngreenhouse.”

“herofusaremuhforgardeningthough,”harrypointedout,andyethedidn’tliketheideaofthisfallingintodisarray.itwouldbeaniegatheringarea,though,ifhebroughtoutsomeniemetaltables,maybeputinapool.auntpetuniawouldhavekilledforapartyspaelikethat,ifithadbeenalittleer.

“weouldbe,”draosaid,rollingontohisstomah.“here.”

here.herewasdifferentfromtheirotherlives,likenomatterwhatelsetheywere,allthethingstheythoughttheyhadtobe,itevaporatedthemomenttheysteppedfootinthislittlehouseandallitssprawlinggrounds.itwaslikeotherpeople,whentheysettleddownhere.