“Ithinkso.Wegottheonewhodroppedthehandelier.Hetoldusalot.”Ginnyflexesherfingers,andforthefirsttime,Harrynotiesthesplitskinonherknukles.Sheisstaringdownatherhands,likeeventhoughshewasn’tsorry,sheouldn’tquitebelievethatthiswasthepersonshehadturnedinto.“Iwasverypersuasive.”
Harrythoughtaboutit,andthenthoughtsomemore.Heouldstayhere,sittinginthisemptyhallway,andthenswithtosittinginsomeunomfortablehairinaslightlyleanerhallwayinSt.Mungo’s.Orheouldgofight,makesomeonepay,makethemhurt.Hehadhiswandbak,afterall.
Andhewasdonefeelinghelpless.
Chapter31
Drao
One,whenDraowassevenyearsold,whenhewassmallandsrawnyandstillhadn’tlearnedhowtousethepowersittingrightbehhisskin,hehadwalkedtotheedgeofhisneighbor’spondandwalkedrightalongtheedge,toesskimmingthesurfaeofthemudandmuklikeitwassomesortofgame.Hismotherhadtoldhimnottogoinitbeauseitwasdirty,andhisfathersaidthatitwasgerous,justasderelitandiedastheneighbor’shousewas,butDraohadthoughtthatitwouldbefuntogotoaforbiddenpejustone.Anditwasfun,untilhesteppedforwardontothebankjustabittoofar,entranedbythewaveoftheotherwisestillwaterthatwasonlythebekoningofagrindylowandtoppledin.
Heouldnotswim.
Itwasstrange,inthatmoment,beausehewasthinkingofallthethingsthatheoulddo,allthepeoplethathisfatherhadpaidtoteahhim—thelineageofoldhouses,violin,alligraphy,ing—andyetnowthathewasinimmediateger,heouldnotfigureouthowtomovehisarmsorkikoutwithhislegswellenoughtobringhimselfbaktothesurfae.Therewasonlydarknessupallthelightandweedsbrushingathisheelsandthedesperationbuildingupinsidehim,wherehewouldkikupoffthemurkybottomofthepondandburstintothelightjustlongenoughforonelifegivingbreathofairbeforethedepthspulledhimbakdownunderagain.
Tryingtowakeupwassomethinglikethat.
Buthedoeswakeup,eventually,afterwhatmusthavebeenhoursofdriftinginandoutofonsiousness,wherehewouldopenhiseyesonlytobeblindedbythelightandtakenabakbythefireinhislungs.Hisentirebodyahed,andeventhougheahtimetherewerevoieshe
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