Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Beetle at Bay

           ’Look,she’sdecorateditforValentine’sDay!’saidCho,indicatinganumberofgoldencherubsthatwerehoveringovereachofthesmall,circulartables,occasionallythrowingpinkconfettiovertheoccupants.

           ’Aaah...

           Theysatdownatthelastremainingtable,whichwasoverbythesteamywindow.RogerDavies,theRavenclawQuidditchCaptain,wassittingaboutafootandahalfawaywithaprettyblondegirl.Theywereholdinghands.ThesightmadeHarryfeeluncomfortable,particularlywhen,lookingaroundtheteashop,hesawthatitwasfullofnothingbutcouples,allofthemholdinghands.PerhapsChowouldexpecthimtoholdherhand.

           ’WhatcanIgetyou,m’dears?’saidMadamPuddifoot,averystoutwomanwithashinyblackbun,squeezingbetweentheirtableandRogerDavies’swithgreatdifficulty.

           ’Twocoffees,please,’saidCho.

           Inthetimeittookfortheircoffeestoarrive,RogerDaviesandhisgirlfriendhadstartedkissingovertheirsugarbowl.Harrywishedtheywouldn’t;hefeltthatDavieswassettingastandardwithwhichChowouldsoonexpecthimtocompete.Hefelthisfacegrowinghotandtriedstaringoutofthewindow,butitwassosteameduphecouldn’tseethestreetoutside.TopostponethemomentwhenhewouldhavetolookatCho,hestaredupattheceilingasthoughexaminingthepaintworkandreceivedahandfulofconfettiinthefacefromtheirhoveringcherub.

           Afterafewmorepainfulminutes,ChomentionedUmbridge.

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