“Ilikedtalkingtoyou.Espeiallywhileyouwereinsuhagoodmood.”

“Goodmood?”Draoehoed.“Iwasdrunk,Potter.”

“Iknow,”hesmiled.“Butitmadeyou…alittlelessserious.Ilikedthat.”Thesmilewidened.

Fuk.Whatwasgoingon?ThefewtimeshehadbumpedintoPotterovertheyearshadbeennothinglikethis.Granted,Potterhadbeenfriendlybuthehadalsobeenurtandaloof.DraohadgottentheimpressionPotterwasdoingwhathethoughtwasrequiredofhim.Butthis,Potterbeingopenlynietohim,wasafirst.Anditwashorrible.Itonlymadethingsworse.

“Howomeyou’renotatworkattwointheafternoononaMonday?”Draosaidafterlearinghisthroat.“Areyoualreadyonholiday?Ididn’ttakeyouforthetypetotakeaholidayatall.”

SomethingflikeredarossPotter’sfaeashetookanothersipofhisbutterbeer.“Um,inamannerofspeakingI’monholiday,yes.”

“Whydoyousayitlikethat?”

“Likewhat?”

“So…ominously.”

Pottersighed,leaningbakinhishair.“Irarelytalkaboutittobeho.”

Draostudiedhimloselyashisfaetwistedintosomethingunreadable.Heseemedtobeonsideringsomething.Whenhefinallyspokeagain,histonewasalotgloomier.

“EversineIquitAurortraining—”

“Youdidwhat?”Draoblurted.“Youquit—What?”

“Well,tehnially,I’monsabbatial,butIthinktheyknowI’mnotomingbak.”

“But…why?”Draoasked,genuinelyshoked.

Pottershrugged.“Ididn’tlikeit.”

Draowantedtosnortandpointoutmanypeopledidn’tliketheirjob.ButPotterwasinapositionwherehedidn’tneedtodoanythinghedidn’tlike,wasn’the?Or,maybe,hehadsomanyobligationsheseretlydisliked,hemadesuretogetridofthethingshehadontrolover.

“HowdidInotknowaboutthis?”Draomurmured,moretohimselfthantoPotter.

“Oh,I’msorry,wasIsupposedtosendyouamemo?”Pottersaidinanamusedtone.

Draoimmediatelyfelthimselfblush.“Imeant…”Hetriedtoollethimself,searhingfortherightwords.“Howomenoneofthiswasinthepapers?”

“Imadeeveryonekeeptheirmouthsshut,”Pottersaid.“Ididn’tthinkitwouldwork,but…”Heshruggedagain.

Draostudiedhisfae,buthastilylookedawaywhenPotter’seyeslokedwithhis.

“Whyareyoutellingme,then?HowdoyouknowIwon’tgototheProphetwiththisinformation?”

“Idon’t,”Pottersaid.

“So…what,youdon’tare?”

“No,that’snotit.”

Draopeekedathimwhenhedidn’tontinue.

“Youknow,Ithinkit’skindofendearingyoukeptupwithmelikethat,”Pottersaidwithagrin.

“Don’tftteryourself,”Draosaidwithadismissivegesture,gulpingdownhistoohottea.Hemadeafaeastheliquidburnthismouthandtheembarrassmentburnthisheeks.

“Halfofitisprobablyuntrue,though,”Pottermuttered.TherewassomethinginhisvoiethatmadeDraofrown.

“What?”

“Whattheywriteaboutmeinthepapers.Iwouldn’tknow,Ineverreadit.Notanymore.”

“Isee.”DraogavehimasuspiiousgnewhilePotterwentbaktostudyingthebottleinhishands.Didthatmeanhehadn’tseentheirpiture?Someofhisfriendsmusthaveshownhimatleast.Buthehadn’tbroughtitupyet,whihmadeDraoevenmoreunomfortablethanifhehadbeenteasedaboutit.Ugh,thepratwassobloodyirritating!

Pottersuddenlylearedhisthroatandleanedforward,restinghiselbowsonthetable.

“So,howareyougoingtospendChristmas?AreyougoingtovisityourmuminFrane?”

“Oh,”Draosaid,gratefulforthehangeintopi,butalsoslightlypleasedPotterseemedtorememberlittledetailsabouthisfamily.“Yes,I’mgoingtostaywithherovertheholidays.Whataboutyou?”

“Sameaseveryyear,”Pottersaid,asifDraowassupposedtoknowwhatthatmeant.Ofourse,Draodidknow.

“Isn’titweird,seeingyourex-girlfriend?”Draoaskedinaseeminglyitone.HehadreadaboutPotter’sbreakupwiththeShe-Weaselandhadoftenwonderediftheyhadgottenbaktogetherwithoutthepapersknowingaboutit.

“Oh,notatall,”Pottersaid.“Besides,she’sdatingsomeonenewnow,soit’sallgood.”

“Isee,”Draosaid,tryingtomaskhissuddennervousness.“Soshedoesn’tmindyoubringingyournewgirlfriendovertoherhouseforChristmas?”

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