I am insulted. Can you believe it? They killed me off! They killed me off! And by a bunch of crumbling rubble no less. Stupid author.
Let me explain my argument to you. Maybe then you'll understand my frustrations.
Y'see, George and I have been here since the beginning. We were in the very first book, and every one after that! As the books have carried on, getting darker and darker, chapter by chapter, we've been keeping things light-hearted, trying to improve the mood. Our very first lines are jokes, even!
George and I are supposed to be the happy ones. When you think of Fred and George Weasley, you think of jokes, and pranksters, and firecrackers, and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. We represent the happiness of the series. Then I die, and we turn depressing.
Heck, I didn't even get a steady girl-friend. I mean sure, I got a date with Angelina to the Yule Ball, but apparently she liked Percy better than me. Now, that I can't even imagine. He's still such a prick, I swear.
Back to my original rant: I mean seriously, why couldn't she have killed off the angsty, over-serious, hormonal teenager who dated my sister? Well…okay, so she did, but she brought him back, 'cause apparently main characters are more important. Now, don't get me wrong, I like Harry just fine, and I don't mind him dating Ginny…but he does get a bit angsty near the end, doesn't he?
I don't know what's wrong with Mrs. Rowling. She kills off all the good characters; Me, Hedwig, Lupin, Tonks, little Colin Creevey…etc.
Sigh, well, now I sound like a bloody five-year-old who didn't get a pony for her birthday. I guess I don't really get to complain do I? I mean, I'm still 'here,' just not actually alive. I still exist in the two places most important to me.
The first, of course, is Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I mean, who could resist that? George runs it of course, with Verity, but I pop in every once and a while to help out.
The other place I hang out is Hogwarts. I mean, I died there after all (stupid author, how could she?). But other than that, I have made it my job to help out other little pranksters. None will be as good as me and George, but they can try.
And, well, I kind of want to see my future nieces and nephews. Help them on their way to prankster halls of fame. And when George dies, he's gonna come join me. The Weasley Twins will be back again, baby! Nothing's gonna keep the master prankster away! Well, unless Mum starts to yell at us again.
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