Disclaimer: Once again, these are not mine; they are jk's. thank you for reading.
George's Diary
Fred kept staring at McGonagall today during Transfiguration. Whatever. I keep feeling kind of bad for letting him take the blame for the dungbombs. Snape had taken 50 points from Gryffindor, all because I had been sleeping in class. Geez! So I set the dungbombs in front of Snape's office. I guess Filch saw me and reported to McGonagall. And Fred took the wrap. So anyway, he comes back with a weird look on his face. When I ask him what's wrong, he keeps smiling some stupid smile. I clapped my hands in front of his face, but he didn't even blink. And in the common room, I might have seen him writing some girl's name in his Charms notebook. I think Fred's in love. But with who? To play detective or not to play detective, that is the question…
Fred's Diary
She's so beautiful. Everything about her is wonderful. The way she glares at me. The way she turns into a cat. The way she yelled at me, "Weasley, are you paying attention?" All of them are so incredibly wonderful. And she's touched a part of me that almost nobody except Mum has ever touched before. She touched…she touched my ear. When she pulled it. It was wonderful. Could she possibly be in love with me, too, and just be hiding it? Oh, such an inspiring actress! Maybe I should take up theater so we could have something in common…other than our love. I couldn't stop gazing at her beauty today. She is the most amazing person I have ever met. She is the only one for me. How could I have thought that I was in love with Angelina? Angelina's hair reminds me of soot. Yet, Minerva's reminds me of chestnuts. I have always loved chestnuts. And I love Minerva. Mrs. Minerva Weasley…