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Author's Note: I'm in the mood to write. I've only finished chapter 7 a few seconds ago, and I honestly have no idea what to write now. But I'm going to write, so if this chapter ends up being complete trash, let me know and I'll change it.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know I like author's notes. What can I say; I'm just weird like that! So, review, please, because it makes me happy when I know that people read what I write. So even if you just want to tell me that I'm a terribly writer and I should stop immediately, tell me. If you don't feel like reviewing it through the usual methods, my e-mail is HPCLeader@msn.com, and I don't mind being e-mailed for any reason at all. Oh, except advertising. Advertising = bad.
Author's Note: This chapter might not have too much to do with Neville or Luna, I'm not quite sure yet. But just be warned.
Author's Note: Okay, you can go now. Thanks for reading it, and I truly hope you enjoy.
Ch. 8
Fred Weasley was surprised to find the owl sitting on the counter of his store when he showed up for work Thursday morning. He was even more surprised when he looked down at the signature and saw that it was from Neville Longbottom. It wasn't that Fred didn't like Neville; but they weren't really friends. When he had finished reading the letter, he laughed out loud. Because he did remember Loony Lovegood, a strange girl who was in the D.A. last term. So he finished opening up, took out a piece of parchment and quill, and began to write.
Neville ~
I'm glad to hear you've finally gotten yourself a girl! Okay, all jokes aside, it sounds like you need some serious help.
Fred paused in his writing to show a customer what a Canary Cream does. The customer was pleased at the effect, but slightly angry when he learned that it would take an hour for the feathers to fall off. Fred had to wait for the effect to wear off and the customer to leave the store before he continued his letter.
I'm still trying to figure out why you wrote to me. Wouldn't Ron or Harry be more convenient?
Unfortunately, I don't have much advice for you. It seems like the hardest part is already been taken care of. Sit by her at mealtimes, walk her to her classes when you can, that kind of stuff. Ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you the next time. You're always welcome in here.
Fred heard George come in, so he quickly signed the parchment and gave it to the owl.
"Writing to Angelina again?" George asked.
"What? Oh, no. Just helping out a friend."
