Earth
The Burrow
World of the Living
Dear George,
I'm dead. By now, you should know this unless you're dead yourself, in denial (not Egypt), in a coma, out of the loop, or just an idiot. I'm tempted to go with that last option.
Well, there's not really much to say. Oh, wait. There is.
One: Get out of our room. You're a Beater, dammit! Keep up your physique! Every time some one looks at you, they'll remember me, US. Don't let our memories become something painful to think about. It's not fair to you or me.
Two: Say something. What happened to Mr. Chatterbox? As I recall (unless that blow to the head killed me /and/ jarred my mind) you never shut up. Not even when you were asleep. Do you know how hard is was to sleep through that? Obviously not because I don't talk in my sleep. NOT ONCE!
Three: Stop trying to join me. Snape's here. That should explain everything. Now that we have an eternity to spend together, he's absolutely overjoyed.
(Note, my dear brother, that was sarcasm.) He looks so funny with angel wings. I sent you a picture with this letter.
Anyways, so not hoping to see you soon.
Dead Fred,
Yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!
Afterlife
Wherever the Dead Go
Dear Fred,
You complete ARSE! How dare you lecture me after you died! And I'm not an idiot!
One: It's my body! I can dance naked in the Ministry if I want. You are not Mum. I'd be scared if you were.
Two: I do not talk in my sleep. YOU SNORE! Stop lecturing me, dammit!
Three: Torture Snape! You've got endless time to prank him. Find Sirius. He'll help.
Thanks for the picture.
Live George,
Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaawr!