Dear Fred,
Just wanted to keep you informed of what's been going on here since the last time I wrote. Indeed, a lot of madness has ensued since. First off, the joke shop's been doing incredibly well; Lee and I have managed to think of a few new products that are practically vanishing off the shelves—and that's even without your brilliant mastermind! Ron still helps out too when he isn't so busy with Harry, who's still convinced even after defeating You-Know-Who, that there is still evil out there to eradicate….
Mum's okay too, you know. She still skirts around the idea of you as if it were merely that, and not something more tangible, and even now it's still hard for her to say your name. Though she's gotten better at it, there are instances when she'll merely refer to you as "Your Dear Brother." This is quite an improvement though, seeing as it took her ages to even look at me for longer than a second after you'd gone.
Percy's reestablishment into the Weasley family couldn't have been more helpful regarding all of this, though Mum's been as emotional as ever, he's really helped her through a lot. Looking back, having him stand up in my wedding was probably not one of my best ideas, as Mum blubbered throughout the whole procession, and even though my hearing isn't quite what it used to be, I could hear her wailing on Dad's shoulder in the front row….
Dad's the same as always, still fiddling around with the usually Muggle rubbish in the chicken coop. He's thrilled to have Hermione as a daughter-in law now, as it brings him even closer to the Muggle world. Hermione's dad even seems interested in helping Dad tinker around with Sirius' old motorbike, though it's something Mum is dead set against.
Ron and Hermione have welcomed yet another addition to their family, a son called Hugo who is to attend Hogwarts the same year as Lily. Harry and Ginny are happier than ever, though Ginny's mentioned to me that she really misses her old Quidditch days. Her job at the Prophet is blossoming now that Rita Skeeter 's unemployed yet again.
Harry's finally managed to break out of the slump that he usually gets in around this time of the year, (Ron swears it is just because he is overworked) and is getting ready to enjoy the approaching Easter Holidays with his family, during which time Bill and Fleur will be in France visiting her relatives. We're having the usual family dinner here at the Burrow, regardless of the fact that the house is far too small for us now. Even Charlie has decided to put away the dragon reins and stop over for dinner.
And I'm alright too, Fred. Not as good as I could be if you were here, but about as close as you could get, I suppose. Angelina says hi, by the way. She hopes you're keeping well, and that wherever you are you're up there cracking jokes with old Uncle Bilius, whom she says she would have loved to meet if he were still around.
I miss you, Fred.
Happy birthday.
Love, George
P.S. Little Freddie mentioned he wanted to send you a Hogwarts toilet seat. Lee and I are working on the arrangements, so hopefully you'll get it soon enough.