Making the Bed, Fred Weasley

THIRTY SEVEN. august of another summer

XXXVII.   august of another summer

Devore had been taken back to her fourth year when everybody at Hogwarts had been picking on Harry for the Tri Wizard Tournament. Since returning for their fifth year, all eyes had been on Harry but since coming back from break, it had gotten worse, the whispering voices and judging eyes following him wherever he went. Devore had taken it upon herself to threaten anyone who dared to say anything about him, or she would threaten to pluck their eyes out and feed them to the birds.

She stood outside her house notice board with a nasty glare on her face.

——— BY ORDER OF ———
THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS

Teachers are hereby banned from giving students information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.

The above is in accordance with Education Decree Number Twenty-Six

Signed:

HIGH INQUISITOR

"Great, now she's taken away the right to freedom of speech?" Said Morgan in shock, standing by her side.

"She'll have to cut out my tongue before she gets me to stop speaking." Devore sneered.

January was passing by rather quickly. The secret D.A. meetings continued until well midnight, which tired Devore out completely but she still managed to spent a good amount of her time studying for her O.W.Ls. She had made Fred promise to study with her for his N.E.W.Ts which as hard considering they mostly studied alone and Fred couldn't stop messing with her.

The two of them were in the Gryffindor common room, Devore and Fred seated in the back at the table while George was showing Olivia all of the new products they had come in by the fireplace. As she writing down her Transfiguration notes, Devore felt the side of her face become hot and she turned her head, seeing Fred staring at her with his chin on the palm of her his hand. She pulled a face. "Stop staring at me."