“Fairenough,”Pottersaid.“I’mlookingforwardtohavingmymindhanged.”
Andjustlikethat,theheatwasbak,tenfold,devDraofromtheinside.
“Tellmewhatyou’vebeenupto,”Pottersaid,anditdidn’tesapeDrao’snotiehemovedabitloser.
No.NO!ThiswasexatlywhatDraohadn’twantedtohappen,eventhoughhehadn’tthoughthe’datuallyhavetoworryaboutit.Heouldn’thavePottersnoopingaround…rightinfrontofhim.
“Notmuh,”hesaidevenly,keepinghisfaeimpassive.“Just…livingmylife,Iguess.”Hepikedupthewinethebartenderhadleftforhimandtookasip.
“Whatisyourlifelikethesedays?”Potterasked.Draoouldn’tdetetanuone.Hesoundedgenuinelyurious.However,Draodidn’twanttodisussthatwithhim.Hedidn’twanttodisussanythingwithPotterrightnow.Hewasshortofbreathand,surely,Potterwouldnotie.Hisgazedartedtohisleftand,atingasthoughsomeonehadjustwavedhimover,heputonanalmostonviningsmile.
“Sosorrytoutthisshort,butitseemsI’mneededelsewhere.”
Withoutwaitingforareply,Draohurriedthroughtherowd,untilhefeltlikeheputenoughdistanebetweenthem.Hebumpedintoagroupofmiddle-agedwitheswhowerequiktoengagehiminoion.Draodidhisbesttoughattheirjokesandtoseemiedintheirwittering,butultimatelyexusedhimselfagainwhenoneofthewithesstartedompiningabouthowexhaustingredeoratingherparlourwas.
WherethehellwasPansy,Draoaskedhimselffortheumpteenthtime.She’dprobablybeabletokeepPotterawaywithjustagne.But,unfortunately,shewasnowheretobeseen.WhatwasevenmoreunfortunatewasthefatthatDraowassolostinthought,hedidn’trealisewhowasstandinginfrontofhimuntilitwastoote.
“Hey,”Pottersimplysaid.
Didn’thehaveanyotherwordsinhisrepertoire?Hesaiditinsuhanonhantway,too.Asiftheywereoldfriends.Itwastooasual.Itwasinfuriating.Draokepthisfaeralwhilehisinsidesboiled.
“Youknow,Iwaswif—”
“Oh,lookatthat,”Draosaid,gesturingtoPotter’semptyhands.“Youdon’thaveadrink.I’llgetyouone.”
BeforePotterouldsayanythingelse,Draostruttedaway,hishinheldhigh.He’dratherbedeadthanletPotterknowwhathewasdoingtohim.HetoldoneofthewaiterstogetHarryfreakingPotteradrink,who,inturn,lookedmortifiedathavingedtheunoffiialguestofhonour.
DraograbbedyetanothergssofwinehimselfbeforehespottedBisenearthebalony.
“Arewebehavingtonight,orarewegettingpissed?”Biseaskedinaseeminglyitone.
“We’rebehaving,”Draosaid,emphatially.
“Really?Beauseyoulooklikeyou’realreadyhalfwaythere.”Bisenoddedathisfae,makingDraofrown.“You’reflushed.It’squitedinky.”
“Shutup,”Draosnapped,almostgulpingdownthewholegss.ButBisewasright.Hisfaewastoowarmandhistonguefeltalittleheavy.Hequiklysannedtheroom
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