"Mr. Lovegood, you wanted to see me?" Devereux pushed open the door to the staff room and asked softly.
The room was completely empty, save for Xenophilius Lovegood, who was sitting in an old chair by the fireplace, holding a few sheets of manuscript paper and looking as though he were writing something.
He wore an egg-yellow robe whose flamboyant patterns looked as if they had been hacked off a bizarre Christmas decoration, radiating a strange, festive eerie aura all around.
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