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The school year starts up again soon and Hopper is standing in the kitchen of the townhouse, looking down at a package of papers he'd just shaken out of an envelope addressed to him. Curriculum, books, school supplies, schedule, all things he's pretty sure Eleven should already have, but she hasn't shown him yet.

Probably a good thing the school mailed him a copy of all this, too.

"Shit," he says as he stares down at the list. The supply list is long, so is the list of books, and Hopper knows schools are underfunded in the present day, but he doesn't remember ever needing so much stuff just to go to school. Maybe he just hadn't been paying attention, though. Maybe this is all normal and he's just finally getting to live it.

But Beverly hadn't had such a long list either. He's fairly sure about that.

"Hey, El!" he calls up the stairs, his voice booming. "C'mon down here."

He has the day off, she's just been in her room, he figures they can probably knock most of this off the list in one day if they do it properly.