August 25
Dear Angelina,
I just picked up a copy of The Prophet that Errol dropped by this morning. If that bird lives another year, I swear that I will have Dad take him to the Ministry to see if his life has somehow been magically lengthened. I'm actually quite surprised that the bird got here on time today, with this morning's paper. You know how it is. We usually get the edition that Errol was carrying a few days late because of his inability to be a bird. Well anyway, when I picked up the paper I saw an article on the front page about the World Cup, and guess who it was by? None other than Angelina Johnson! I didn't know if you knew, but congratulations! Of course, I already knew everything in the article, thanks to your gracious letter writing, but I was happy to read the entire thing from start to finish!
Do you remember that toy store that was going to go in across from our location in Diagon Alley? Well they were supposed to open today, but somehow an entire shipment of what they call "Real Ponies" decided that they would start biting the hand that fed them. Literally. So these things are supposed to be exactly like real horses for those of us who can't afford such things (they also come in unicorn, Pegasus, and thestral). You can feed them, talk to them, and ride them, but they never poop or misbehave, and you can just turn them off with a flick of your wand when you're done. This particular faulty batch of Real Ponies decided to start running amok like mustangs racing across America. It made quite a wreck of their almost-opened shop. Our shop didn't suffer any damage, but if you could see their shop, you would feel as bad as I do for them.
I hope that that Harpy seeker gets well soon. Who cares about Australia? Ding, ding, ding! Yes, the correct answer is nobody! If they win the Cup, I might just do something rash. You know, because I would have lost that bet with Ron. Why he can even consider that Australia has a bat's chance in a hippogriff's cage against the Harpies is beyond my realm of thinking.
Hope you found your hot tub. Please come home soon. I miss you.
Love,
George
August 25
Dear George,
Although you might think that seeing the Pygmy Puffs at the top of the selling charts is shocking, let me tell you, from a girl's point of view, it's actually more shocking that they weren't selling more sooner! Pygmy Puffs are more manageable than a dog, cat, owl, rat, or toad, and they are definitely cuter! They also come in a variety of colors, which makes them all the more enticing. It's actually quite coincidental that you write me about Pygmy Puffs, considering what happened yesterday.
I was totally serious about sneaking into that Prime Minister's secretary's tent to find a hot tub. So yesterday after I wrote you, I used my skills as a part-time ninja to sneak into her tent, and guess what I found? Pygmy Puffs! She had a table, similar to the one you have in your shop, with a little glass fence with no top. There were about ten or twelve of them of various colors scurrying around happily, but that wasn't the only weird thing that I found in her tent. Next to the table was a non-descript wooden trunk. Now at this point my investigative instinct totally kicked in, and I opened the lid to find bottles and bottles of Amortentia. As I know that you didn't pay much attention in school, I'll save you the trouble of having to look it up. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. As to what Melanie Sheen was doing with such vast quantities of it in her tent, I have no idea. After my hot tub soak, (you didn't think I would leave without getting what I came for, did you?) I turned that little tip over to a gossip columnist friend of mine who was sent out here to unearth the dirty little secrets of the players by her boss. She's been trying for weeks, but she still hadn't found anything. I know a secretary of the Prime Minister's secrets aren't the same as a world famous Quidditch star's secrets, but I think her boss will be happy quite the same.
I hope this match will be over soon. Not only will I get to see you, but I'll also get a massive bonus! No, I'm kidding. You will always be worth more than any amount of gold to me.
Love,
Angelina