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Without further Ado...

As per usual, I read my post during History of Magic, studiously ignoring Binns while I read. As usual, it wasn't hard.

I opened the post from my mother first.

Dear Ginny,

I'm so glad that you're having a Ball at Hogwarts! I know that you'd have planned it well. Remember to send me photos!

Keep practicing Quidditch. I'm sure that you'll make the team, easily too. The Weasleys have always been fantastic Quidditch players.

I know that you and Luna are both smart girls, and I'm sure that Draco knows that I'd tan his hide without a thought if he hurt you. That being said, I don't think he will.

Of course, he's coming for the Christmas holidays, if he wants to! If Ron says anything, he won't come home at all. Speaking of which, I sent him a Howler, as I'm sure you know. Lovely things, Howlers are!

Off to write a new recipe for my magazine! I swear that those Muggle women can't cook a lick…

Love,

Mum and Dad

I stifled a laugh at her last sentence. My mum would never understand muggles, even though she campaigned for them eagerly at every chance she got.

I wrote her a short letter back, thanking her for her confidence in me, and returned to the pile awaiting my attention.

The next letter was written on white parchment, with fancy royal blue ink and evidence of an expensive quill, but was still cast in the terrible handwriting that I was used to. It was slightly crumpled; proving that they'd squabbled over who would write the letter.

Ginny,

Are you completely mad? Of all the guys that we could've terrorized, you chose that ugly git?

EXCELLENT! Don't dissuade her, Fred, what are you talking about? Can you imagine all the different things we can set on that twitchy little ferret? Oh man, we need a new product line! It can be entitled…

'Freaking Out the Ferret!' George, you're a genius! Of course, we need someone to test these on…

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, ickle Freddykins?

I think I'm thinking what you're thinking darling Georgie-poo!

Just so you know, Gin, we couldn't care less who you date, but we definitely prefer the arrogant gits!

We're Here for you, little sis! Just let us know if you need to set his, erm, percy-sized, pompous arse on fire!

Or drown him…

Kill him…

Or, worst of all,

Publicly humiliate him!

Wheezingly,

Fred and George Weasley

Professional Jokesters/Pranksters

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Corporation

P. s. Love you Ginny!

Smothering my laughter at their letter, I wrote a quick reply, reminding them that the only acceptable time for them to hurt Draco would be when I said they could.

I opened the next letter from Bill and Fleur. It was printed in silver ink that shone as if it were still wet, and in Fleur's delicate hand.

Bonjour Dearest Genevieve,

It is very nice to hear from you! You have a boyfriend now, non? Moreover, Draco Malfoy? If I hadn't married Bill, (He's paying attention now!) I may have been tempted to marry him myself! He is quite handsome!

Bill is making me write this part, and I agree with him for once. Make sure that you are happy with Mr. Malfoy! Or we shall make his life, how do you say, a living hell.

A ball? Dearest, make sure that you do not forget the ice sculptures, and do not put anything fattening out, I must confess that it is too much of a temptation for most women! Owl me if you need to borrow a dress, I'm not a model for nothing, no? Do take pictures if you already have one!

We are in the middle of a renovation project on the house, so we will owl you later, Genevieve! Bill doesn't agree with the mint green, but it is all the rage! Merci for the letter, we like to keep up with the rest of the family, even though we are rather far away!

Give my love to Molly.

To our wonderful little sister,

Bill and Fleur Weasley

Shell Cottage

P. S. We love you very much!

Fleur (Phlegm) had grown on me over the years, and even though she was still as shallow as ever, I was beginning to like her. I was glad that they weren't kicking up more of a fuss and that all was well at the cottage.

I wrote them another note back, promising pictures and agreeing that mint green was 'all the rage', because it was a lot easier not to argue with Fleur.

Percy's letter was pompous, business-like, and precise. It is as follows.

Dear Ginny,

Thank you for your letter. I do like hearing what is happening at my old school.

I am quite well. The Minister is very happy with me, and I am churning out perfect research projects faster than anyone else is. I checked.

I am sure that you'll make the Quidditch team. After all, there are three Chaser positions, aren't there? You're bound to receive one of them, being a Weasley.

And a Ball? I'm surprised that McGonagall is even allowing a ball. It's a frivolous and time-consuming activity, but I'm sure that you will plan it well enough. Erm, please be sure to send your older brother photographs, won't you?

As for Malfoy…as long as you're happy, I suppose that it doesn't matter. If he steps out of line, I will be sure to send someone from the Ministry, to 'correct' him.

Sincerely,

Percival Weasley

Ministry of Magic

High Undersecretary

Percy meant well, I could tell. I was glad that he was okay with it.

The last letter was from Charlie, and marked 'EXPRESS' in big, bold red letters.

Gin,

I'm not going to pretend that I can stop you, but be careful with that Malfoy kid. Please?

I'm sure that you'll make the team. You always do. J

Have fun at the Ball and be sure to send me a lot of pictures.

Have to fly, literally. It's five in the morning here, and they needed me A.S.A.P. because Martinson got an extreme case of dragon pox.

Love you lots.

Wish me Luck and K.I.T.,

Your favorite brother Charlie

After addressing all the letters, including another from Anonymous gushing (as much as a guy can gush) about his gorgeous date, class was over.

I ran to go find Luna for lunch, and decided that everything was going pretty well so far.

Hopefully it would stay that way.

And hopefully you all liked this story! I've been considering rewriting chapter 1 a bit, looking back on it now it's very pretentious and badly written. Anywho...

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Make me want to post another chapter...*yawns*..I had a late night.

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