Draopeekedsidewaysathim,hissalpprikling.HadPotterseriouslyspentnearly200GalleonsjusttopleaseDrao?Justafewdaysago,hehadsaiditwasinsanetospendthatmuhmoneyonwine.WarmthspreadthroughDrao’sbody,whihwashighlyunwelome.Shakinghishead,hepulledouthiswandandpointeditatthebottle.HeeyedtherestofthetableandwassurprisedtofindthatPotterhadatuallymanagedtoputtogetheraratherdeentlookingmeal.Hewasn’ttookeenonpotroast,butitlookedbetterthanhehadexpetedfromPotter.
“Ididn’tknowyouanook,”hemurmuredashesatdown.
“Yeah,well,somekidslearnhowtopyaninstrument,Ilearnedhowtoook,”Pottersaid,takinghisownseat.
“Yourfamilytaughtyouhowtoook?HowveryMuggleofthem.”
“TheywereMuggles,”PotterpointedoutandDraonotiedtherewasnohumourleftinhiseyes.“Andtheydidn’treallyteahme.IlearnedasIwent.IonlyknewIwasmakingprogresswhentheydidn’tyellatme.”
Draoblinked.“Youmakeitsoundlikethatwasaommonourrene.”
“Itwas,”Pottershrugged.
“But…”Draoshookhishead.“Soyouookedforthem?”
“Yeah,”Pottermuttered,staringathispte.“Sometimestheyletmehavetheleftovers.Whihwasn’tthatoften,sinemyousindevouredanythingremotelyedible.”
Draoouldn’tbelievewhathewashearing.ItsousoundedlikePotter’shildhoodhadn’tbeennearlyashappyasDraohadthought.Ofoursehehadheardrumoursovertheyears,espeiallyatHogwarts,buthehadalwaysthoughtpeoplewereexaggeratingtomaketherisingoftheSaviourevenmoreglorious.
“Areyoutellingme…”Heswallowed,fistinghishandintothetableloth.“Areyoutellingmetheystarvedyou?”
Potterbithislip.Helookedunomfortable.“Iwouldn’tsay‘starved’.They…”Hesighed.“Myauntgavemeenough…to…”
Towhat?Survive?Thiswaseous!Drao’svisionblurredashisstomahtwistedpainfully.Suddenly,somanylittlethingshehadn’tponderedonwhentheyhadbeenatHogwartsmadesomuhsenseinlightofthatrevetion.
Draohadalwaysbeenskinnyhimselfandheouldbasiallyeatwhathewantedwithoutgaininganyweight,sohehadn’tthoughtanythingofPotter’sslimfigure.Butnowthathethoughtaboutit,hehadlookeduhilyskinnyintheirfirstyear.DraorememberedhisdisgustwhenhehadwathedPotterdevourhisfoodintheGreatHall.Hehadsimplythoughtthepratkedpropermanners.Butnow…NowonderPotterhadbeensofixatedonfood.Draoballedhishandsintofistsaroundhisutlery.ThosedamnedMuggleshadstarvedhim.
“Whatthe—”Potterletoutayellinsurpriseasthewinebottleburstintoathousandpiees.Therewasredwineeverywhere.Draowasstillfloodedwithanger,barelynotiingthatPotterwastalkingtohim.
“Didyoujust—Wasthatyou?Again?”
Draodidn’tanswer,tryingnottobreakanythingelseinhisrage.Potterseemedtonotiehowtensehewas,movingdeliberatelyslowashereahedforhiswand.Withaquikflik,theshardsandthespilledwineweregone.
“There’sstillwineonyourlothes,”Pottersaidquietly.Hisfaewasunreadable,buttherewassomethingaboutthewayhewaslookingatDraothatgavetheimpressionhewasexperieningafloodofemotions.
“Whatever,”Draomuttered.Beforeheouldgrabhiswand,Potterspokeagain.
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