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15th September, 6:00pm: FRED
Hello again! Just apparated home, after spending the day with Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione. George stayed behind until ten o'clock, when Lee came in to manage the shop for the day. I apparated into Hogsmeade at about seven, then walked up to dear old Hogwarts. The doors let me in-they remembered me! Well, I suppose it was George and I who tried to teach them to slam in Snape's face last year.
First of all, I had a wander round the castle-it was only half seven, so nobody was awake. I went up to the common room, but then remembered I didn't know the password. I gently woke the Fat Lady up, and begged her to let me in. She refused at first-went on and on about how I could be a Death Eater, who had taken Polyjuice potion. I gave her every password I could remember from my years in Gryffindor, and was able to list practically every member of the house. Finally, she gave in, and let me enter, after I swore I'd never tell anyone what she'd done.
Ron nearly had a heart attack when he woke up and found me sitting on the edge of his bed. He roared the place down, and woke EVERYONE up! He didn't realise until after I had congratulated him on his stupidity, that it was me.
Anyway, Ginny and Hermione were pleased to see me. When I arrived, Harry hadn't been in his bed, and he only turned up when we were all heading down to breakfast. I made some sales, and gave the profits to Ron and Ginny for pocket money. When we asked Harry where he'd been, the miserable git said 'nowhere.' He needs a Filibuster firework put under him, to wake him up. I told Ron he ought to try it, but for some reason he didn't take to the idea.
George and I spent our day pestering our dear old teachers. We caught a Gryffindor first year on his way to Potions, and told him to tell Snape that MacGonagall wanted to see him right away. We hid while Snape hurried up six flights of stairs, and along some of the longest corridors in the building, to find that MacGonagall was not in her office after all. Hehe, we had seen her heading towards Hogsmeade with Professor Sinistra an hour previously! We put Gooey Glue on her door handle-it took Snape AGES to free his hand. Snape was fuming, and by the time he got back to his dungeon, he had wasted half the class. When we told Hermione she gave us a right earful, going on about how first year is the most important year for laying the groundwork. I told her to get a life, and she sulked for a while, but soon got over it when we told her about how when Snape finally freed his hand, he collapsed in a heap on the floor from the effort. Ah. It's things like that that make me regret finishing school.
Harry and Ron held quidditch try-outs at lunchtime. We helped them, naturally! Ginny made the team, as Chaser-she was brilliant today! We've promised to buy her a new broom now. I don't know any of the others on the team very well-Seamus Finnigan and Ross Brindley are the beaters, and Julia Patterson and Rosie Ramsden-third and fifth years respectively-are the two chasers. They look like a good team. Note to self: Go to the bookies and place bet on Gryffindor to win Hogwarts Quidditch Cup.
Professor Dumbledore asked us to give a talk to the sixth and seventh years on careers after lunch. I thought he was joking, but evidently not, because we spent our last two hours there giving a lecture on setting up your own business! We made a few more sales, which was great, and I think Ron gained a few popularity points, y'know, for being related to two cool blokes like us.
I almost forgot! I saw that girl who likes me again today. I couldn't say anything to Ron about her, 'cos he has about as much tact as a bull in a china shop, but Ginny told me she's a seventh year, but doesn't know her name. She says she'll find out, and let me know. George didn't notice her- if he had, I just might have had to break the sad news to him that she's after me, not him. She went all red when I smiled at her.
I'd better go-Mum's coming up to inspect the shop in a while, and Bill, Charlie and Dad said they'd try and come too. By the way, we voted before coming home-ARTHUR WEASLEY NUMBER ONE!!! Fudge was chucked out of the Ministry, due to a total and utter lack of faith in his skills as a human being. All members of the Ministry are put up for election, and voting began yesterday. Election results are out in a few days.
Ciao for now
Fred.
15th September, 8:00pm: PERCY
Unbelievable. ABSOLUTELY unbelievable. What a farce! What an insult to the intelligence of the magical community! They've been bamboozled, brainwashed and bullied, if you ask me! My father, that infernal paternal relative of mine is leading in the election! He is ahead by about 10% at the moment. It's ridiculous-all down to that crazy, senile old auror, Moody, of course. He probably threatened half the country, to make them vote for my father. Goodness knows nobody would do it of their own free will! I just hope and pray that somebody who is not associated with my father wins in the end.
Poor Minister Fudge-he was voted out of government by a small majority a few days ago. After parliament, I vowed to follow him wherever he went, and support him. He acknowledged my sacrifice, and then politely asked me to allow him to clear out his office alone. I returned some hours later to check on him, only to discover that he had left without a single word. Poor man-so much stress! No doubt he will contact me within the next few days. He probably wants to lie low until the election is over.
I have just completely writing out my letter of resignation, to present to the new Minister for Magic when he is elected. No doubt my father will beg me to stay, but my mind is made up. I will not work under him, or any other person who did not trust in Minister Fudge. One must be loyal to one's opinions, and I for one agree completely with all his actions as minister. I only wish that Dumbledore had not been reinstated, and that darling woman Dolores Umbridge, was back in her right mind, and able to run for Minister.
I am not going to vote. Anyone who is not Cornelius Fudge is unfit to run this country, in my eyes. Unfortunately, I am in the minority. A rather unusual number of unpleasant assignments have recently found their way onto my desk, along with a few hoax assignments. I will suffer in silence-I never was one to force my opinion on others.
You-Know-Who's followers murdered to innocent wizard civilians today, in the middle of a Muggle village in Scotland. Two Death Eaters were spotted in Hogsmeade, and there are several reports of Dark Marks in the sky. What is this world coming to?
I have almost run out of ink, so I must bid you adieu.
Yours faithfully,
Percival.
PS: I am considering changing my surname-I was never a Weasley in spirit, and now I have detached myself from the clan altogether, I think a new name is in order. Perhaps Montgomery, after the first Minister for Magic?
15th September, 6:00pm: FRED
Hello again! Just apparated home, after spending the day with Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione. George stayed behind until ten o'clock, when Lee came in to manage the shop for the day. I apparated into Hogsmeade at about seven, then walked up to dear old Hogwarts. The doors let me in-they remembered me! Well, I suppose it was George and I who tried to teach them to slam in Snape's face last year.
First of all, I had a wander round the castle-it was only half seven, so nobody was awake. I went up to the common room, but then remembered I didn't know the password. I gently woke the Fat Lady up, and begged her to let me in. She refused at first-went on and on about how I could be a Death Eater, who had taken Polyjuice potion. I gave her every password I could remember from my years in Gryffindor, and was able to list practically every member of the house. Finally, she gave in, and let me enter, after I swore I'd never tell anyone what she'd done.
Ron nearly had a heart attack when he woke up and found me sitting on the edge of his bed. He roared the place down, and woke EVERYONE up! He didn't realise until after I had congratulated him on his stupidity, that it was me.
Anyway, Ginny and Hermione were pleased to see me. When I arrived, Harry hadn't been in his bed, and he only turned up when we were all heading down to breakfast. I made some sales, and gave the profits to Ron and Ginny for pocket money. When we asked Harry where he'd been, the miserable git said 'nowhere.' He needs a Filibuster firework put under him, to wake him up. I told Ron he ought to try it, but for some reason he didn't take to the idea.
George and I spent our day pestering our dear old teachers. We caught a Gryffindor first year on his way to Potions, and told him to tell Snape that MacGonagall wanted to see him right away. We hid while Snape hurried up six flights of stairs, and along some of the longest corridors in the building, to find that MacGonagall was not in her office after all. Hehe, we had seen her heading towards Hogsmeade with Professor Sinistra an hour previously! We put Gooey Glue on her door handle-it took Snape AGES to free his hand. Snape was fuming, and by the time he got back to his dungeon, he had wasted half the class. When we told Hermione she gave us a right earful, going on about how first year is the most important year for laying the groundwork. I told her to get a life, and she sulked for a while, but soon got over it when we told her about how when Snape finally freed his hand, he collapsed in a heap on the floor from the effort. Ah. It's things like that that make me regret finishing school.
Harry and Ron held quidditch try-outs at lunchtime. We helped them, naturally! Ginny made the team, as Chaser-she was brilliant today! We've promised to buy her a new broom now. I don't know any of the others on the team very well-Seamus Finnigan and Ross Brindley are the beaters, and Julia Patterson and Rosie Ramsden-third and fifth years respectively-are the two chasers. They look like a good team. Note to self: Go to the bookies and place bet on Gryffindor to win Hogwarts Quidditch Cup.
Professor Dumbledore asked us to give a talk to the sixth and seventh years on careers after lunch. I thought he was joking, but evidently not, because we spent our last two hours there giving a lecture on setting up your own business! We made a few more sales, which was great, and I think Ron gained a few popularity points, y'know, for being related to two cool blokes like us.
I almost forgot! I saw that girl who likes me again today. I couldn't say anything to Ron about her, 'cos he has about as much tact as a bull in a china shop, but Ginny told me she's a seventh year, but doesn't know her name. She says she'll find out, and let me know. George didn't notice her- if he had, I just might have had to break the sad news to him that she's after me, not him. She went all red when I smiled at her.
I'd better go-Mum's coming up to inspect the shop in a while, and Bill, Charlie and Dad said they'd try and come too. By the way, we voted before coming home-ARTHUR WEASLEY NUMBER ONE!!! Fudge was chucked out of the Ministry, due to a total and utter lack of faith in his skills as a human being. All members of the Ministry are put up for election, and voting began yesterday. Election results are out in a few days.
Ciao for now
Fred.
15th September, 8:00pm: PERCY
Unbelievable. ABSOLUTELY unbelievable. What a farce! What an insult to the intelligence of the magical community! They've been bamboozled, brainwashed and bullied, if you ask me! My father, that infernal paternal relative of mine is leading in the election! He is ahead by about 10% at the moment. It's ridiculous-all down to that crazy, senile old auror, Moody, of course. He probably threatened half the country, to make them vote for my father. Goodness knows nobody would do it of their own free will! I just hope and pray that somebody who is not associated with my father wins in the end.
Poor Minister Fudge-he was voted out of government by a small majority a few days ago. After parliament, I vowed to follow him wherever he went, and support him. He acknowledged my sacrifice, and then politely asked me to allow him to clear out his office alone. I returned some hours later to check on him, only to discover that he had left without a single word. Poor man-so much stress! No doubt he will contact me within the next few days. He probably wants to lie low until the election is over.
I have just completely writing out my letter of resignation, to present to the new Minister for Magic when he is elected. No doubt my father will beg me to stay, but my mind is made up. I will not work under him, or any other person who did not trust in Minister Fudge. One must be loyal to one's opinions, and I for one agree completely with all his actions as minister. I only wish that Dumbledore had not been reinstated, and that darling woman Dolores Umbridge, was back in her right mind, and able to run for Minister.
I am not going to vote. Anyone who is not Cornelius Fudge is unfit to run this country, in my eyes. Unfortunately, I am in the minority. A rather unusual number of unpleasant assignments have recently found their way onto my desk, along with a few hoax assignments. I will suffer in silence-I never was one to force my opinion on others.
You-Know-Who's followers murdered to innocent wizard civilians today, in the middle of a Muggle village in Scotland. Two Death Eaters were spotted in Hogsmeade, and there are several reports of Dark Marks in the sky. What is this world coming to?
I have almost run out of ink, so I must bid you adieu.
Yours faithfully,
Percival.
PS: I am considering changing my surname-I was never a Weasley in spirit, and now I have detached myself from the clan altogether, I think a new name is in order. Perhaps Montgomery, after the first Minister for Magic?