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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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