Dear Sally,

Running the shop is the best idea we ever had. We spent the last 3 days playing with all these fun gadgets that I've never even heard of. Have YOU ever heard of a TinkleGoogobulator? We are not even really sure what it does, but it makes a lot of noises and looks quite lethal when you wield it and chuckle. There's also this Instant Darkness Powder (imported from Peru- Swanky, eh?) which is sure to be a best seller. In sadder news, we had to nix the Dysentery Delights from the Skiving Snackboxes since they turned out to be just as gross and assy going in as coming out.

Love,

Fred.

Dear Sally,

I told you it was a bad idea to send that letter to Snape that said you liked him so much you were going to crack his ribcage open, climb in, and wear him around like a jacket. He's probably come to his senses and distanced himself from your brainsick wiles. He may also be fed up with you sending him detailed accounts of your summer holiday, and quoting him word for word. Don't worry, he'll probably start talking to you again eventually. I've noticed you're kind of hard to live without. Like a liver or something.

Love,

Fred.

Dear Sally,

You should see these things we are selling. Pygmy Puffs. They look just like the Tribbles from Star Trek, only they come in colors that are much more appealing to your whimsical gender. Like pink and purple and crap like that. Also, today George tripped up the stairs, breaking something in a box marked 'fragile' and stubbing 4 of his toes. It made me miss you a lot, since I know how you are always finding creative ways to stub your toes.

Love,

Fred.

P.S. George says hello.