Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Silver and opals
"Ron,whatareyoustaringat?"
"Nothing,"saidRon,hastilylookingawayfromthebar,butHarryknewhewastryingtocatchtheeyeofthecurvyandattractivebarmaid,MadamRosmerta,forwhomhehadlongnursedasoftspot.
"Iexpect’nothing’s’inthebackgettingmorefirewhisky,"saidHermionewaspishly.
Ronignoredthisjibe,sippinghisdrinkinwhatheevidentlyconsideredtobeadignifiedsilence.HarrywasthinkingaboutSirius,andhowhehadhatedthosesilvergobletsanyway.Hermionedrummedherfingersonthetable,hereyesflickeringbetweenRonandthebar.ThemomentHarrydrainedthelastdropsinhisbottleshesaid,"Shallwecallitadayandgobacktoschool,then?"
Theothertwonodded;ithadnotbeenafuntripandtheweatherwasgettingworsethelongertheystayed.Onceagaintheydrewtheircloakstightlyaroundthem,rearrangedtheirscarves,pulledontheirgloves,thenfollowedKatieBellandafriendoutofthepubandbackuptheHighStreet.Harry’sthoughtsstrayedtoGinnyastheytrudgeduptheroadtoHogwartsthroughthefrozenslush.Theyhadnotmetupwithher,undoubtedly,thoughtHarry,becausesheandDeanwerecozilyclosetedinMadamPuddifoot’sTeaShop,thathauntofhappycouples.Scowling,hebowedhisheadagainsttheswirlingsleetandtrudgedon.
ItwasalittlewhilebeforeHarrybecameawarethatthevoicesofKatieBellandherfriend,whichwerebeingcarriedbacktohimonthewind,hadbecomeshrillerandlouder.Harrysquintedattheirindistinctfigures.
