May 2, 2011
Dear Fred,
It's been 13 years today. 13 years since you left this Earth. 13 years since your last laugh; your last smile. 13 years since your last prank.
Fred II is really taking after you, after us. He is so much like you in almost every way. He even has the mole you had, in the same spot. Though he is making better grades than you and I ever made put together. I know you would be laughing now if you heard that. He's always laughing and making jokes. He's trying to invent his own pranks now. He's a beater as well on the Quidditch team. So is James. He and James are the school's new pranksters.
Roxy is doing fine as well. Making Outstandings on almost everything.
Angelina is doing fine too. She still thinks about you often. She and I talk about you at least once a day.
I told the kids stories of our great adventures. They always look forward to this day, when they get to hear a new adventure or two. They're starting to wonder just how much trouble we got into; and how we didn't ever really get a whole lot of detentions. I just wish you were here to help me tell them. Help fill in things I may have left out. Finish my sentences like you always used to do.
We're going to the cemetery later to visit you and bring you new flowers and such. I know the other ones are probably wilting. Fred says he has something special to give you. I haven't a clue what it is. He says I'll find out when we get there. I'm guessing it has something to do with a joke or something he invented. I'm bringing something special too.
I miss you dear twin brother. I think about you every second. I wish you were still here but I know you're in a better place.
Love your favorite twin,
George