“Youreallylikethisstuff,huh?”Harrywassittingupontheounter,beausethegirlbehindtheounterwasfriendswithhimanddeidedsheouldtakeabreakwhilehewasintheshop(notlikeanyone’sgoingtotryanythingwithyouinhere,eh,Harry?)soitwasjustthetwoofthem.Draoouldn’timagineHogwartsHarrybeingthepersontolimbuponountersandpikupitemsthathehadnoiionofbuyingjusttoringeatwhatwasinside.ShoolHarryhadbeenmuhlessimposing,butmaybethisonehadgrownintohisskinabitmore.
“Ido.”Hehadafullbasketbesidehim,fullofoddbitsofthisandthat.“Itwasalways…soothingIguess.”
“Andyouweregoodatit.”Harryoffers,andhisgazewasfixedonDraonow,themomentomingsosuddenthatDraodukedaroundasetofshelvestobreakit.“Youalwaysdidlikebeinggoodatthings.”
“Thatwaspartofit.”Foramoment,Draothoughttheywereingalongtheedgeofsomethinggerousandthoughtaboutpyingalong,ofturningthismomentintosomethingompletelydifferent.Andheouldhave,godknowshe’ddoneitbefore,buthisthroatseemedtodryupandthewordswouldn’tomeout.Heholdsupthebaskettobreakthetension,instead,fafriendlysmileonhisfae.“Youwantanything?”
Harrystartled,jumpingevenmorewhentheountergirl(Hannah?)ameoutofthebak,thebellonthedoortinkling.IwasnietoknowthatDraowasn’ttheonlyonefeelingthetensionintheair.“No.”Hesrathedthebakofhisnek,ruffledhishairsoitfelldownoverhissar.Hewasdueforahairutsoon.“Notfromhere.”
Theybounedfromstoretostore,afterthat,fromthebookstoretothedelitoevendukingintoBinandBurkesforsomereason(DraohadthesneakingsuspiionthatHarrywaseithertryingtoinludehispastisordoingsomedetetiveworkwhileDrao’sbakwasturned),untilfinallyndingintheQuiddithsupplystore.
“Iwantanewbroom.”Harrysaid,runninghisfingersdownthehandleoftheonethatthemanagerhadleftforthemtosuspet,eyesing.Draofiguredthisiswhathemusthavelookedlikebakintheapothearyshop.“Deserveit,afterstyear,huh?”
“Thenbuyit.”Draowasn’tusedtolivingwithsomeonelikeharry,apersonwhohadfeltwhatitwastoneedtoonservemoney.InDrao’shouse,ifyousawsomethingyouwanted,yougotit,nomattertheost.(Eveniftheostwasn’tmoary.)“UsesomeofyourProphetmoney.”
OneofthetrialsafterthewarenteredaroundtheProphetandallthefalsestoriestheyhadbeenprinting.Theresultwasasiftheyhadturnedthewholebuildingupsidedownandshookit,untileveryorruptededitorsandwritershadfallenout,firedandwithoutanotherjobtoturnto.AndHarrygotalotofreparationmoneyforthethingstheyhadprintedabouthiminhisfifthyear.
Harrylookedtemptedforamoment,butthenheputitbakandlookedaroundforthemanager,whoheeitherwantedtosaygoodbyetoorthank.He’salwaysunfailinglypolitetothepeoplew.“Nah.WherewouldIflyit,anyways?”Butthenhewasturningbaktoitagain,so
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