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On the day that Olivia and Atlas had to leave, Devore was a complete mess. She cried the nugget before and she cried the day of, hugging them both like nobody's business. They would be traveling to France before summer ended to visit Fleur and her family. George was a mess as well, though he wouldn't admit it to any of them, but Devore and Fred took a great deal of pleasure teasing him for his affection towards Olivia.
She remained at Grimmauld Place with everybody else and Devore thought about what her fifth year would be like now that You-Know-Who was back and Cedric was gone. What would it be like for Bennet, who was still haunted by his death? What would it be like for Atlas and Olivia know that they had to be in the Hufflepuff common room without his presence? But most importantly, what would it be like for Harry, who had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders and eyes on him all the time?
On the very last day of summer holidays, to which everybody in the home cheered joyously knowing that it was the last day they'd have to go along with Mrs. Weasley's cleaning spree, Devore was in her room, reading on her bed, when Ron walked in. "Dev, booklists have arrived." He mentioned and held up the envelopes he was holding.
"Ugh, finally." She expressed and bookmarked her page. She got up from her bed and followed him to his room, seeing Harry cleaning the top of the wardrobe. "Booklists are here, Harold."
"Dev, that's not my name." Harry responded and climbed down the latter.
Devore shrugged. Ron gave her her list and she was confused on why she had two. "Why do I have two?" She spoke out loud.
He shrugged as well. "Dunno. There's two with my name as well." He explained and held us his two letters.
She sat on Harry's bed and crossed her legs, opening her booklist. She saw that they were all the same except for two:
• Standard Book of Spells grade 5, Miranda Goshawk • Defensive Magical Theory, Wilbert Slinkhard
There was a crack and Fred and George apparated into the room, none of them being fazed anymore, and Fred sat beside Devore on the bed. "We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhart book," He said conversationally.
"It means Dumbledore's found a new defense against the dark arts teacher." Said George.
Devore put the letter down. "Again? Isn't that the, like, fiftieth one?" She asked in disbelief.
"We overheard mum and dad talking on the extendable ears a few weeks ago," Fred began to explain. "They said Dumbledore's having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year."
"One dead, one's memory removed, and one was locked in a trunk for nine months." Harry counted on his fingers.
"Don't forget one turned out to be a werewolf," Devore muttered and he pointed at her. She opened her second letter.
