ationinthesematters.iwon’tloseanotherareer-makingasebeauseofyouriude!”queensburygredatiarus.“areyoulistening?”

“i—ithoughtmaybe,”malfoystaredattheliftdoorsandfrowned.“butwhatwouldiwanttomesswithtimefor?thewayiseeit,i’mquitehappyinthepresent.”

hewasansweringtheotherman’sstatement,butalsoouldn’thel

theansweralmostsatisfiediarus,buthestilldidn’tquiteknowifmalfoyouldbetrusted.theiniquitouseleven—ortheten,astheywereapersonshortfortheforeseeablefuture—wererumoredtobedividedonhowtoproeedwithhoosingarepementforzivantus.someviewedmalfoyastheheirapparentsinezivantusfreelygiftedthetimepieetohim.othershadtheirownideasaboutwhotheshouldbe.butontheotherhand,rumorsoftheministryrakingdownonwaywarddepartmentsmeanttheeyesthatknewtolookattheeleven—orten—weregoingtobeveryiedintheeventsthathadreentlytranspired.thegroupmightnotholdasmuhpowerasthey’dliketobelieve.well,apartfromtheirautorationtroloftime.itwouldbeadieypathgoingforwardforallparties.iaruswonderediftheblondouldprovetobegreatallyintheomingdaysofhange.

iarusshookhishead.“you’rethefirstpersontouseoneofthetimepieeswhohasn’tbeendrawninbythepower.”he’dwonderedattheeaseinwhihmalfoyhadsimplyhandedthetimepieebak,tersubmittinghimselftotestingforthepandoraproblem.“youdon’tfeelompelledtouseitagain?”

malfoyslowlyturnedandstaredathim.“no,ishouldthinknot.”

theliftreahedthedepartmentofmysteriesandmalfoyexitedtowardhisoffie.“youhavequitethelevelhead,malfoy,”iarussaid.

“no,”herepliedandturnedhisheadatthesightofunspeakablemalfoy.“exuseme.”iarusfollowedtheblondandjoinedhiminthelift.hedoorslosed,heturnedandasked,“stillnourgetojointheeleven?”

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