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counts as a Weasley, of course he doesn, but if I did all nine Weasleys,
the story would get too complicated! Thanks a mill all who reviewed! this
time it's Fred and Percy.
September 1st: FRED
Business, as they say in the trading world, is booming! George and I went to King's Cross to laugh at Ginny and Ron, those poor idiots who are still at school. Of course, the atmosphere on Platform 9 3/4 wasn't particularly great, so we kept most of our wisecracks to ourselves. I saw Harry for the first time since before the summer-he looked a right state. His hair's even messier than usual, he's pale and hardly said a word to us, and that's not like him at all. George gave him a hamper full of our best products, and that cheered him up a tiny bit. I think we're going to have to pay my dear brother and sister a visit soon. I bet Dumbledore will be delighted to see us!
I've been writing letters to all the members of the Order of the Phoenix (except Snape, of course) begging them to let us join. Mum heard about it from Kingsley, and went BERSERK! We stay up in London most nights, she's almost as tetchy as Harry nowadays.
The Ministry is in a mess-Fudge is on the brink of resignation, Alleluia! He conveniently sneaked off to Timbuktu as soon as the whole You-Know-Who thing happened. I hope someone with a few brain cells gets the job this time. George pasted a load of posters on the walls in the shop, encouraging people to vote for Dad, or Tonks, or Kingsley, or Remus, or old Mad-Eye. I told him there's no point campaigning for Remus, he doesn't even work for the Ministry, but will he listen to me? Nooooooo.
Our prat of a brother Percy still hasn't come home, or even spoken to us. I sent a Howler to his desk in the Ministry (George yelled too), telling him to get over himself and admit that Fudge is a bumbling twit, who can't see past the end of his nose. He didn't respond.
I've never been so rich in my life! Normally, it'd be a struggle for me to find a handful of knuts to spend, but now, I've got about 7,000 galleons in the bank, as does George! We give loads of money to Mum. She complained at first, about accepting money that came from the profits of 'rebellious merchandise', whatever that means. But then she copped on, and took what we offered. The Burrow's looking a lot better now-and Mum even got a professional Extermiwizard in, to rid us of those bloody garden gnomes for good!
There's this girl, right, and she came in to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes ALL the time during the summer. It's obvious she's got a crush on me, but George thinks she likes him, bless his arrogant little heart. Anyway, I saw her on the platform at King's Cross today, so when we drop by Hogwarts next week, I'm going to keep an eye out for her. Fingers crossed she'll be a seventh year...
Oh, we also bought Ron his school books, and some new robes, and loads of stuff from the shop. We didn't tell him it hasn't been tested yet-the dozy git's probably blown himself up by now.
Oh well!
Fred Weasley Esq.
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September 1st: PERCY
My dear Diary,
A Howler arrived this morning from my awful brothers, Fred and George. They shouted some atrocious nonsense about how Minister Fudge is a 'bumbling twit'. I am ever so glad that I no longer have anything to do with them.
Mr Fudge is in such a difficult position right now. It is awfully lucky that he had arranged a trip to Timbuktu for the very day after the Department of Mysteries catastrophe. He only returned home last week, and will be recalling parliament within the next few days. The poor man has had so much to deal with. This business with You-Know-Who has thoroughly exhausted him. I mean, how was he to know that Albus Dumbledore wasn't just talking rubbish, as usual? And Harry Potter had often hallucinated about You-Know-Who before. And to cap it all, at least a dozen witnesses saw Sirius Black trying to save Potter's life, so the Ministry has been completely discredited. I suspect bribery.
The man I once called my father keeps saying hello to me on the corridor, and smiling. Trying to rub it in, of course. But I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I WILL STAND BY MINISTER FUDGE NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS.
The real person I'm worried about now is Ronald. The Potter boy must be unbearable now, since it's been practically proved that he was right about Sirius Black all along. Of course, Black's gone beyond the veil now. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. Even if he was innocent, he caused the Ministry a huge amount of trouble. Why couldn't he have just got himself proved innocent in the first place, instead of being convicted, escaping and destroying half the Department of Mysteries?
However, what's done is done, and now, I must get back to my work...
Adieu,
Percival.
September 1st: FRED
Business, as they say in the trading world, is booming! George and I went to King's Cross to laugh at Ginny and Ron, those poor idiots who are still at school. Of course, the atmosphere on Platform 9 3/4 wasn't particularly great, so we kept most of our wisecracks to ourselves. I saw Harry for the first time since before the summer-he looked a right state. His hair's even messier than usual, he's pale and hardly said a word to us, and that's not like him at all. George gave him a hamper full of our best products, and that cheered him up a tiny bit. I think we're going to have to pay my dear brother and sister a visit soon. I bet Dumbledore will be delighted to see us!
I've been writing letters to all the members of the Order of the Phoenix (except Snape, of course) begging them to let us join. Mum heard about it from Kingsley, and went BERSERK! We stay up in London most nights, she's almost as tetchy as Harry nowadays.
The Ministry is in a mess-Fudge is on the brink of resignation, Alleluia! He conveniently sneaked off to Timbuktu as soon as the whole You-Know-Who thing happened. I hope someone with a few brain cells gets the job this time. George pasted a load of posters on the walls in the shop, encouraging people to vote for Dad, or Tonks, or Kingsley, or Remus, or old Mad-Eye. I told him there's no point campaigning for Remus, he doesn't even work for the Ministry, but will he listen to me? Nooooooo.
Our prat of a brother Percy still hasn't come home, or even spoken to us. I sent a Howler to his desk in the Ministry (George yelled too), telling him to get over himself and admit that Fudge is a bumbling twit, who can't see past the end of his nose. He didn't respond.
I've never been so rich in my life! Normally, it'd be a struggle for me to find a handful of knuts to spend, but now, I've got about 7,000 galleons in the bank, as does George! We give loads of money to Mum. She complained at first, about accepting money that came from the profits of 'rebellious merchandise', whatever that means. But then she copped on, and took what we offered. The Burrow's looking a lot better now-and Mum even got a professional Extermiwizard in, to rid us of those bloody garden gnomes for good!
There's this girl, right, and she came in to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes ALL the time during the summer. It's obvious she's got a crush on me, but George thinks she likes him, bless his arrogant little heart. Anyway, I saw her on the platform at King's Cross today, so when we drop by Hogwarts next week, I'm going to keep an eye out for her. Fingers crossed she'll be a seventh year...
Oh, we also bought Ron his school books, and some new robes, and loads of stuff from the shop. We didn't tell him it hasn't been tested yet-the dozy git's probably blown himself up by now.
Oh well!
Fred Weasley Esq.
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September 1st: PERCY
My dear Diary,
A Howler arrived this morning from my awful brothers, Fred and George. They shouted some atrocious nonsense about how Minister Fudge is a 'bumbling twit'. I am ever so glad that I no longer have anything to do with them.
Mr Fudge is in such a difficult position right now. It is awfully lucky that he had arranged a trip to Timbuktu for the very day after the Department of Mysteries catastrophe. He only returned home last week, and will be recalling parliament within the next few days. The poor man has had so much to deal with. This business with You-Know-Who has thoroughly exhausted him. I mean, how was he to know that Albus Dumbledore wasn't just talking rubbish, as usual? And Harry Potter had often hallucinated about You-Know-Who before. And to cap it all, at least a dozen witnesses saw Sirius Black trying to save Potter's life, so the Ministry has been completely discredited. I suspect bribery.
The man I once called my father keeps saying hello to me on the corridor, and smiling. Trying to rub it in, of course. But I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I WILL STAND BY MINISTER FUDGE NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS.
The real person I'm worried about now is Ronald. The Potter boy must be unbearable now, since it's been practically proved that he was right about Sirius Black all along. Of course, Black's gone beyond the veil now. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. Even if he was innocent, he caused the Ministry a huge amount of trouble. Why couldn't he have just got himself proved innocent in the first place, instead of being convicted, escaping and destroying half the Department of Mysteries?
However, what's done is done, and now, I must get back to my work...
Adieu,
Percival.