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❝ MAYHEM AT THE MINISTRY.❞
( iii. MINISTRY PROBLEMS. )
devon rubbed his eyes and tried to get up quickly, making him hiss at the pain he felt on his head.
memories came rushing into him in a matter of seconds, the first thing that he thought of was of cedric diggory, the hufflepuff guy rushing almost like knight in shining armor, only to realize that the princess was not a girl and would do nothing but fill his perfectly ironed clothes with blood. devon almost chuckled at the dramatic comparision but another memory made cold sweat appear on his forehead: the death eaters had been in the world cup that night, main reason of why he got injured in the first place.
devon looked around nervously, realizing he was in fred and george's bedroom in the burrow. the afternoon seemed calm as he looked beside to see a clock on the side table. the only thing that could be heard were faint screams of joy from the garden.
he got up, his bare feet making the wood on the floor creak as he put a hand in front of his face to block the daylight. six people, which he guessed where george, fred, harry, ron and bill stepped out of their brooms, after what seemed like an intense, yet friendly, quidditch match.
he looked down at his clothes, seeing that he had almost the same clothes as last night, except for his sweater, that was nowhere to be seen now. his t-shirt was filled with blood and his pants were slightly stained with dirt.
he tought for a second before stepping away from the window, catching a last glimpse at the group of boys who were outside, heading to the house.
he got close to his backpack, that he had organised so he wouldn't have to mess up his hogwart trunk in these days, and searched for clothing items that would fit the current summer weather.
after changing, he walked to the door and just when he was about to open it, a red head bursted in. george held his dirty and now old broom on his hands and had a sweaty and tired look, bags under his eyes due to lack of sleep the previous night.
"devon!" he exclaimed, jumping on him, wrapping his arms on his side. "we were worried, you berk. fred, come here!"
"george- please, i survived the night, don't kill me now-" he said, getting squeezed by george.
"okay, sorry," he pulled away, chuckling. "you got yourself into a real trouble back there, mate-"
"what is-" the other twin bursted into the room too. "devon! we were so worried!" fred ran up to him, hugging him too.
"yes," he smirked when they pulled apart. "so i've heard, i was worried about you guys last night too."
"we're all good, we got out of there with ginny as soon as we could but we couldn't find you after it. we got home a few hours ago, very, very early." fred explained.
