“that’salright,idon’t—”

“that’sagreatidea,”potteralledfromthehangingbooth.“you’llneedoneifyou’reomingasmy—ifyou’regoingtotheweddingwithme.”

“justgivemeamoment,”draoanswered,fumblingforhiswand.

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draostoppedmovingastherestofpotter’sunspokensenteneehoedinhismind.hadhereallyalmostjustsaid‘ifyou’reomingasmydate’?draoquietlyhoked,unbelievablygratefulpotterouldn’tseehimrightnow.ithadprobablyjustbeenastupidslip.buteitherway,draofeltflusteredashewordlesslytookthesuitfromthesaleswomananddartedintothehangingboothtopotter’s.

hequiklyslippedoutofhislothes,grumblingunderhisbreath,andputonthedarkbluesuit.thesaleswomanhadaddedamathingtietoit,whihdraoloopedaroundhisnek.hewasjustabouttoreahforhiswand,stashedawayinhistransfiguredloak,whensomeuggedathisurtain.

“iam,”draosighed.“but—hey!”draowhirledaroundaspotterdrewbaktheurtain.“youan’tjustbargeinhere,”hesnapped.

“itookthelibertyofpikingoneforyouaswell,”shesaid,draothesuitinherarms.

rtbeattoslowdown.merlin,potterwouldbethedeathofhim.thatnotionseemedtobeonfirmedwhenhesteppedoutagain,thistimewearingagreysuit.“whatdoyouthink?”

“tryanotherone,”hesaid,hopingpotterwouldobligeandgivedraoanotherhoalmhisnerves.aspottervanishedbehindtheurtainonemore,draosawthesaleswomanapproahinghim.

draolearedhisthroat,atingasthoughhewasompletelyued.“it’snothorrible,”hemurmured.

“areyouwearingthesuit?”potteredgedon.

pottershrug

“what’stakingsolong?”potteraskedimpatiently.

“isn’tittootight?”potterasked.

holy,theonlythingthatwastootightrightnowweredrao’strousers.hequiklyrossedhislegsandfoldedhisarmsoverthem,hopinghelookednonhant.