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❝ THE INVITATION, BACK TO THE BURROW, THE PORTKEY AND BAGMAN AND CROUCH.❞
(i. INVITATION.)
A LETTER WAS BROUGHT to devon's window on a rainy friday afternoon, by hermes, percy weasley's owl.
the bird stopped at devon's window and shaked his wings leaving water on the room due to the rain that was happening outside, making the guy turned around inmediately and getting close to him, knowing it was news from his friends, he took the wet letter in his hands, feeling sorry about how long the bird's travel must've been.
"hey, looks like you've had a rough path, mate..." devon pet the bird and took some food to give to him, which he accepted. "you can wait here until the rain sto-" he clarified but stopped at the middle of the phrase as he saw the bird starting to go away.
"or you can do whatever you want- rude just like his owner," devon joked to himself and leaned in his window, seeing the rain stopping down a bit as hermes flew away.
when he opened the letter, he saw george and fred's messy handwriting in the same piece of paper and, excited to recieve something from his friends after a few weeks, he started reading the small letter as fast a lightning.
"hey dev, it's fred and george! we miss you a lot, loser. in fact, we miss you so much we got percy to let us send a letter to you with hermes (which, speaking about it... maybe our kidneys are involved in the situation, or maybe not.)" devon chuckled and kept reading.
"we wanted to let you know that dad got us tickets to the quidditch world cup, IRELAND vs. BULGARIA on monday night! it's gonna be amazing and so, as ron is talking harry and hermione, we wanted to ask you if you would like to come with us and stay a week in here?" fred's recognisable handwriting stopped and george's one could be seen.
"mom already sent a letter with pig but we wanted to send you this one. however, we're taking you whether your parents like it or not. our father said your father would probably accept and our mum said that the nice thing to do was to ask for permission... we can't wait for you to be here! see you on sunday at 1 o'clock! - bye, fred and george."
devon started jumping slightly in excitement and ran downstairs quickly like a little kid.
"dad!" he entered his father's office and the older man, looked up from his papers, pushing his glasses down to look at his son. "fred and george have invited me to go to a quidditch world cup final! did you get molly weasley's letter? have you read it? can i please go with george and fred to the world cup?!" the questions ran out from his mouth fast.
"dev, calm down, i've recived the letter and i've thought about it and... yes, you can go, son. they are nice peopoe and it won't do harm to spend time with them." he said showing the letter at his son, who started jumping slightly in excitment at his father's answer. "we know it's a great oportunity and that mr. and mrs. weasley will take good care of you, so it's all good."
