Dear Diary,
One minute you're enjoying your dinner and talking to your friends, and the next minute fireworks are going off in the Great Hall. Everyone was running around in complete confusion, but of course, Louis, Rose and I knew exactly what was happening. Our lovely cousins were taking it upon themselves to, I suppose, up the amount of Christmas cheer. I'm not going to pretend there wasn't a tiny bit of fun to it, but honestly, what idiots. I volunteered to go and find Cousin Vic, only she wasn't in the Great Hall. Neither was Albus, and of course James and Fred were nowhere to be found. Cousin Dom was sitting at the Ravenclaw table and watching the fireworks with what appeared to be a mix of wonder and exasperation.
"Do we tell on them?" asked Rose.
"No," said Louis. "That's not nice."
"Besides," said Dom, "They'll be brought in anyway."
And so they were. And they somehow managed to convince McGonagall there was no hard evidence that they had anything to do with it, though I have the feeling she simply thought it was somewhat amusing, enough not to punish them. Their parents were not amused; she had written them anyway, and Aunt Ginny told James he was grounded for a week. Uncle George told Freddy he was proud of him, which seems ridiculous, but Aunt Angelina grounded him, too. As for Al, who had been sent to distract Cousin Vic, only Uncle Harry seemed to suspect him.
Anyway, that was a fun experience. Our family is insane, honestly. Dad reinforced again that I'd better not get involved in any pranks, and I promised him I wouldn't. Then Lucy asked if that applied to her, too, which got her a glare from Dad. Tomorrow is Christmas day; we're all heading over to the Burrow, and like every year, it'll be a miracle if it's still standing after.
So, write you later,
Molly the second