Dear book thingy,

FRED MUST DIE! We sold EXACTLY the same amount of the same things. This was the list:

2 Canary Cremes

3 fake wands

6 bouncing eggs

4 ink leaking paperweights

1 ever-blotch quill

Say, maybe Fred shouldn't die.maybe the people who bought things from us are dirty double-crossers. That's the ticket. How could I have ever suspected Fred? I mean.honestly! He's too cool. Him and Lee both. Dirty Hufflepuff double-crossers.I'll have to tell Fred and Lee about it.

I hope I didn't hurt Ron earlier. I mean, I told him to shut up about Hermione, but that's nothing to get upset about, right? Ah, he'll be fine. He just kinduh glared at me and walked off. We're leaving next year anyway.

*insert tiny blood splotch here* Damned owl! The screwball bit my finger. Sorry about my bad handwriting. A chap can't exactly write properly without his index finger for pressure, eh? Oh well. I'd better go make amends with Fred.

Ta ta for now, George Liam Weasley