potterrollshiseyes.there’sasmileonhislipsandatwinkleinhiseyes,likeapromiseofsomethingfun.“no,malfoy.”

hestandsup,rossestheroom,andsitsonthefreespaeabovedrao’shead.herummagesinhispoketonemoreandproduesanoldpieeoffoldedparhment,whihheysonthebedinfrontofdrao’sfae.“eon,tapyourwandhereandsayisolemnlysweariamuptonogood.”

resolutelyignpotter’sdistanefromhim(ortheutterkofit),draogresattheparhment.“areyoufibbingwithme?”

“no,iamnotfibbing.you’rebeingdiffiultonpurpose,aren’tyou?”

stillsuspiious,draogetshiswandfromhisownpoket.it’sanewone,boughtinaquiktriptoollivanders’onthestdayofaugust,ontheverysamedaythatkingsleyowledhimtosaythathismagibanwasover.hehadbeennervous,andashamed,tomeettheoldmanagainafterwhatthedeatheatersdidtohimintheirveryowndungeons,butgarrikollivanderhadtakenonelookathim,disappearedwithinhisshelvesofboxes,andreturnedwithawandandfiveness.

“10inhes,rowanwoodanduniornhair,youngdraomalfoy.nomatterhowdarktheroad,thevalueisinyourpersistofindthelight.”

it’snotthesameashisoldone,ofourse,buthedoesn’tknowwherethatis(potter?theministry?)andhe’stoosaredtoask.

holdinghisbreath,draotapstheparhmentwithhiswandandsays,“isolemnlysweariamuptonogood.”

theparhmentunfolds,andinkesfromthemiddle,towardsthesidesandthefourorners,toform…

“hogwarts,”hesays,breathless.hepropshimselfupononeelbow,eyeswide.helooksbakatpotterwithhismouthopeninamazement.

pottergrinsathiminreply.hetapsthelowerrightorner,theslytherindorms,rightwheretheirnamesarepedbesideeahother.

it’sdefinitelyweird.seeingtheirnamestogether.theydon’tmath,afterall.

“youweren’tatdinner,”pottersays,

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