“No.”Harryidlywonderedwhatonlusiontheyameupwithontheirowntoexpinhisabsene.“Whyareyouworriedaboutitanyway?”
“Idon’tknow.MaybeI’dliketobepreparedforwhenithappens.”
Harrywassilentforamoment.“Whatkindofbooksdoyouliketoread?”
“Huh?”
“Well,”Harrybegan,“Roommatesaresupposedtoknowthingsabouteahother,right?So,ifwearegoingtobepreparedforwhenpeoplefindoutaboutourarra,thenweshouldknoweahother.”
“Historialnovel.You?”
“Idon’tlikereadingmuh…butI’dsayfition.”
“Favoritesubjet?”
“DefenseAgainsttheDarkArts…whenthere’sagoodteaher.You?”
“Potions.”
“Shouldhaveknownthat.Leastfavoritesubjet?”
“ARunes.You?”
“Potions.”
Draosnorted.“Right.Favoriteolor?”
“Red.”
“Silver.”
“Leastfavoriteolor?”
Draosmirked.“Neonpink.”
Harrywine.“Same.”
“Whatdoyouwanttodowhenyougetoutofshool?”
“Beomeanauror,Iguess.”