Space Walker

Meanwhile, Draco took the coffee and sandwich. After thanking Hagrid, he took an elegant sip of coffee, and then... the corners of his mouth froze. His expression became quite a sight!

He glanced around the hut. There wasn't a decent piece of furniture in view, let alone any sense of interior design. He decided that accepting the coffee and sandwich without thinking had been a matter of noble upbringing. He certainly hadn't let "eyesight training" go to his head.

"Why aren't you drinking, little fellow?"

Hagrid drained his coffee in one gulp.

It's horribly bitter and full of coffee grounds. How is anyone supposed to drink this?!

"Oh, I had a little sip, and now I'm not sleepy at all!"

"That's the coffee working. I roasted and ground the beans myself..."

Draco wasn't listening closely to Hagrid. He picked up the sandwich, but the coffee had taught him caution. He took a tiny test bite, then... abandoned his noble manners—and his pride—and spat the "food" into a battered aluminum bucket.

"The weather's been all over the place lately, hot one moment and cold the next. Young wizards who don't exercise regularly can easily come down with stomach trouble. Luo Bin, I think you should take him to see Pomfrey!"

Luo Bin, who was taking a big bite of his apple, thought, Hagrid, you really know how to blame your awful cooking on something else!

"It's nothing serious. He'll recover on his own in a bit. Hagrid, it's getting late, so I'll take him to that clearing."

At that, Draco rushed out the door, ran to the giant Pumpkin, and gulped down the fresh air.

After chatting with Hagrid a little longer, Luo Bin strolled over to him and pulled out a carton of yogurt. "Here, drink this. It should get