Drinkstonight?

HP

Fuming,Draosowledattheletter.Fivedayshehadn’theardawordfromPotter,andnowthis?Thepratouldn’tbeserious!Huffing,Draograbbedhisquillandsribbleddownhisanswer.

’ttonight.

Hetiedtheparhmenttotheowl’sfootandwathedasitspreaditswingsandtookoff.Merelyhalfanhourter,thesameowlwassittingonhisdeskagain,hootingheerfully.

Tomorrowthen?

Draogrittedhisteeth.Thatokybastard.

Ialreadyhavepnstomorrow.

Afterhemadesuretheowlwasonitsway,hetrudgedintothekithentomakesometea.Evenwithoutbeingphysiallypresent,Potterwasgettingonhisnerves.But,holy,heshouldhaveknownthatwouldn’tbetheendofit.Ofoursetheowlamebakagain.

Thewholeday?

Thiswasgettingridiulous.

Yes,thewholeday.

Grabbingabook,Draosettleddownononeofthesofasintheparlour,tryingnottothinkaboutPotter.Morethanone,however,heaughthimselfpeekingoutthewindow,foranysignoftheowlreturning.Afteranhour,hegaveup.Hesmmedthebookshutandstartedpaingtheroom.WhodidPotterthinkhewas?DidhereallythinkDraowouldjustanswertohisbekandall?

Hisheartskippedabeatwhentheowlhehadbeenwaitingforglidedthroughthewindow.Hepratiallywrenhedtheparhmentofftheowl’sfootandunfoldedit.

Areyoupyinghardtoget?

Drao’smouthfellopen.Howdarehe!Howdarehemaketherightassumption!

Draostompedintohisstudy,grabbedhisquillandstartedwriting.

Thatwouldimply

Don’tgetanyideas.

Yes.

No.

There,shortandsimple.Feelingpleasedwithhimself,hewentbaktotheparlour.Hehaltedwhensomethingstrangeaughthiseyes.Whyweretheresuddenlytwoowlsblinkingathim?Septially,hewentovertothenewowl.HiseyeswidenedwhenhereognisedPotter’smessyhandwriting.

bsp;IbringyoubreakfastagainonSunday?

Draosmirked.“Gettingimpatient,arewe?”hemurmuredtohimself.AsmuhashewantedPottertosuffer,hereallywantedtoseehimagain.Hethrewawaythepreviousletterandsribbleddowntwonewones.Hetiedthemtotheowls’feet,unabletosuppressagrin.

Ifyoumust.

9am,Potter.Don’tbete.

Sunday,12January2003

AsDraowasgettingreadyforbed,hisgazefellonthelittlegoldenballhehadputonhisbedsidetable.HefeltarushofwarmthspreadthroughhimasherememberedPotter’ssmilewhenhehadgivenittohim.Apparently,itwassomesortofMugglehoote.Potterhadstuktwowings,madeoutofpaper,intoit,makingitlooklikeasnith.Holy,Draohadnoideawhattomakeofit.Hedidn’tlikehowgiddyitmadehimfeel.Andyet,heouldn’thelpgrinningatitwhilehisheadhitthepillow.Potterwasfullofsurprises,andeventhoughheshouldn’t,Draoouldn’tstopwwhatelsehemighthaveinstore.

Chapter5:ALittleTooStrong

Tuesday,14January2003

“Whereishe?WHEREISHE?”

“Sir,pleasealm—”

“I’MGOINGTOCALMDOWNWHENYOUTELLMEWHERETHEBLOODYHELLHEIS!”Draosmmedhisfistontheounter,gringatthenurse.“Ineedtoseehim.Rightnow.Nobodyistellingmeanything.Idon’tevenknowhowbadhisinjuriesare!”

“Sir,it’snot—”

“Drao?”

Hewhirledaround,ompletelytakenabakbythesoftgreeneyesblinkingathim.

“P—Potter!I—Ithought…”Reliefandirritationfloodedthroughhim.Whatthebloodyhellwasgoingon?“IranintoWeasleyandhesaidyouwereatStMungo’s.”

“Yeah,togetahek-up.”

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