From the Heart of…Fred Weasley

Dear Journal that has come to be named Bob,

Good Lord! We had so much fun today! At least I did. I'm slightly annoyed at the moment, though.

Lee found Neville's toad Trevor and turned him bright red. Neville was greatful; it brought a bit of excitement to poor old Trevor.

I sold some more stuff off of the list. Here's what I sold:

2 Canary Cremes

3 fake wands

6 bouncing eggs

4 ink leaking paperweights

1 ever-blotch quill

That's all I sold. I'm willing to bet that I sold more than George did, though!

I wish Ron would shut up about Hermione. She becomes rather boring after you listen to somebody talk about her for an hour! I imagine anybody would, but all he taked about was her eyes and then there was a pause. Finally he said "Then there's the way she bites her lip when something confuses her…" That's when George stopped being polite and told him to shut up. I think he went to go annoy Harry or Ginny about that. I hope so! He certainly doesn't act like he likes her. He pulls her hair while she studies just to break her concentration. Sometimes he sits about a yard away and throws tiny pieces of parchment to see if they'll stay in her hair. He's just weird.

Then, of course, there's the proble with Ginny and Harry. I wish they would all just shut up! The only thing I'm in love with is pranks, and that's the way I like it! Okay, so quidditch and food are in a close tie with pranks, but that's beside the point.

Look, I'm tired. I'm going to bed now. Good night.

Frederick Chad Weasley