“yeah,thatblokefromthe—uh—yourdepartment,”rongulped.“sableton?hewasleadingthemout.theylookedrough,buttheywerealright.”

hermionesatbakdown,amillionquestionsinherhead.itouldwait.itwouldhavetowait.shewasexhausted.“ohthankgod,”shemanaged.“wehadn’theardfromthemshisafternoon.”

ronsnorted.“youshouldhaveseenwhatharrywaswearing.”

“willyoustoppaing?”draosaidirritably.“ian’toratewhenyou’remakingyourbestefforttowearaholeinthefloor.”harrygredathim.they’dbeenintheroomforabouttwentyminutes.draohadsettowork,makingitlooklikehewasattemptingtorepairthetimepiee.harryhadbeenwwhattheyweresupposedtodo.atleast,hehadbeensilentlyandyetsomehowveryloudlyexpressinghimselfwithheavysighs,shakesofhishead,andthetensepullofhisfae.

harryfinallyhadsatonthesofatogetoffhisnervousfeetandhadhosentostareattheemptyspaethatwouldeventuallyholdtheaseboard.draodeidedtobehowithhim,ifonlybeauseitwastheeasiestwaytostopharryfromthinkinghimselfintoastupor.pointingtotheemptyspae,hesaid,“afterileave—afterileftthepenthousethism,wellbeforethei,iwenttohavesometea.igatheredmynotesandanythingzivantushadgivenmeandametothisroomintheteafternoon.”draostoppedandwonderedattheoinidhathisroomassigterthatdaywouldbetheverysameroom.

heouldtellharrywasstaringathimbutdraofixedlyfousedonthebakofthetimepiee.“what—?”

“yourthoughtsarelouderthanthatinfernalmusiatthenightlub,”draoofferedanddaredtogneatharry.atthementionofthenightlub,harrytensed.

“ingbakwaspointless,”harrystarted.heshookhishead.“wean’tevengetvalentine.”

draofrowned.“wewouldn’tknowabouthimifwehadn’tomebak.”hewonderedifbeingtask

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