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September first came way too fast in Devore's opinion. The morning was hectic as everyone rushed around to pack their things and Mrs. Weasley was going ballistic about how they were going to miss the train. Devore had been so busy thinking about going into her fifth year that she forgot to stop and think about how it was Fred and George's last year. It led her to tears. "Dev, sweetheart, please stop crying."
"I can't help it." She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I can't believe this is your year."
Fred folded another one of his shirts and smiled at her. "I'm honestly just surprised I made it this far."
Devore scoffed. "Don't say that. You're incredibly smart."
"Only cause I had such a great partner in Potions." When he looked at her again, Fred saw her look down at her lap. He stopped his packing and reached for her hands. "Wanna know how I know that I'm smart?" He asked her.
She hummed.
Fred leaned down close to her face. "Because I chose you." He whispered and kissed her softly, closing his eyes.
George entered the room and gagged out loud. "Merlin, do you two have to do this every time I leave the room?"
Devore pulled out of the kiss and looked at him, smiling. "Aww, feeling left out, Georgie? My sweet Olivia's just a few hours away."
Fred laughed. George rolled his eyes at her. "Anyways, I overheard mum talking about how we'll be traveling to King's Cross in groups with guards."
"Guards? Why do you have to go with guards?"
"Probably because of Harry, but we all thought Voldemort was lying low. Guess not." Said Fred.
The yelling of their calling everyone downstairs rang through the room. Fred and George smirked at each other and apparated out of the room. It went silent for a split moment, until Molly scream, indicating they appeared behind her.
Devore chortled. "Idiots."
Molly threw her hands up when she saw her head downstairs. "Ah, you see boys. People still walk down the stairs like normal people!" She yelled.
"I don't classify Devore as normal." Said George sarcastically.
Devore saw Ginny sitting on the stairs with an ice pack held against her head. "Ginny, what happened to your head?"
She jabbed a finger at the twins. "These bozos sent a trunk flying at me and I fell down the stairs." She grumbled.
She glanced at George and her eyebrows went up. He nodded in defeat. "Yeah, okay."
"Harry, you're to come with me and Tonks," shouted Mrs. Weasley over the repeated screeches of 'MUDBLOODS! SCUM! CREATURES OF DIRT!' from Mrs. Black. "Leave your trunk and your owl, Alastor's going to deal with the luggage. . . . Oh, for heavens sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"
