“what—what—drao?”

“bepatientwithhim,drao,”shewhispered.

draoknewhewastoofrantiasherossedpotter’slivingroom,butheouldn’thelpit.hedidn’twantanotherminutetogobywithpotterbeingself-destrutive.

terbeentrying?thiswholetime?butthewayhehadatedonthedayofg’swedding…whyhadhe…

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draoedhisarmsaroundher,lettingherwarmthseepintohim.

“areyougoingtoseeharry?”

“potte

wherethebloodyhellwashe?washenotathome?draobargedintothekithen,onlytofinditempty.hestompedbakintothehallway,frowningatthebathroomdoor.itwasajar,buttheroomwasdark.thatonlyleft…hisbedroom.

“oh…ohno.”realisationhitdraohard,likeabludgertothehead.“i’msuhanidiot,”hemurmuredtohimself.

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“ofourse,drao.that’swhatfriendsarefor.”

“potter!”

“potter!”

lettinghisimpatienegetthebetterofhim,hethrewitopenandmarhedinside.

buthowshoulddraohaveknown?withallthisnew-foundinformation,itwassuddenlypainfullyobviouswhypotterhadaskedtoturnoffthelights,whyhehadwantedtokeephisshirton.

draonodded.hewathedaslunaapproahedhim,awarmsmileonherfae.shepulledhimintoatighthugandpattedhisbak.

“luna,i’msorry,butihavetogo!”hejumpedoffthesofaandstumbledtowardsthefirepe.

“potter!potter!!”

“thankyou,luna.thankyouforyourhelp.”

withouthesitation,draobeganbangingagainstthedoor.

shepulledaway,hersilvery-blueeyesglistening.