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The next morning, the new edition of The Quibbler came out, and everybody was eager for more news about the Death Eaters that escaped from Azkaban. Everyone raced to the Great Hall for delivery owl day. "Are you sure you're going to be alright? Remember what happened the last time you read one of Skeeter's articles about Harry?" Said Morgan pointedly, thinking back to the time in their fourth year.
Devore did recalled planning to burn all the hair off the woman's head after releasing an article about Harry in the Daily Prophet. "It won't be like that this time, Mor. No worries. As long as Umbridge doesn't run her mouth, I'll be good."
Morgan sighed. "Good, cause I don't need you in another detention. Or expelled."
When the girls walked into the Great Hall, owls were flying around the room dropping letters. Devore jumped out of the way before one flew directly into her. "Jesus, I hate letter day."
"There's my pretty lady." Fred smiled big when he saw her walk over. "Hey, Morgan."
"Hi everyone," said Morgan back with a smile. She took the empty space beside George and Olivia.
Devore sat between Ron and Fred, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. She saw the pile of letters scattered on the table. "Sweet Merlin, what's all this?"
"Harry's fan mail." Said George with a smirk, his long arm slung over Olivia's shoulder.
"It is not!" The fourth year grumbled.
Atlas came up behind Harry and clapped his large hands on his shoulders, causing Harry to jump. "Look at you, ya old bloke. They'll be making movies about you in no time." He laughed and sat beside him.
Suddenly, Luna came and squeezed between Devore and Ron. "Good morning, Luna." She greeted her.
Luna smiled at her. "Hello, Devore." She looked at Harry, seeing The Quibbler in his hands with his face on the cover and HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED written across his face. "It's good, isn't it? It came out yesterday, I asked dad to send you a free copy."
"Ah yes, it's wonderful. An interview that can potentially get him killed," said Devore sarcastically.
Harry threw her an equally sarcastic look.
"I expect all of these," Luna trailed and waved a hand at the assembled owls still scrabbling around on the table, "are letters from readers."
"That's what I thought," said Hermione eagerly, "Harry, d'you mind if we — ?"
"Help yourself," said Harry and instantly, they started grabbing letters.
"This one's from a bloke who thinks you're off your rocker," said Ron, glancing at the letter her opened. "Ahh, well. . ."
