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[01 Sep 2003|03:55am] |
The Hogwarts students were in town this weekend. It was perfect timing, if you ask me. We moved in just in time! Although, I wish I would have had better notice. We might have been more prepared. Colin Creevey walked right by George and I ion Main St., and we were completely unarmed.Looking back on it, I really wish we had thought to swipe his camera--that is, if we could get it away from him. I wouldn't be surprised if he had placed a permanent sticking charm on his camera. It certainly never leaves his sight! (Hum. That's not a bad idea! I wonder what we could use that one on . . .)
The next group of students we saw were Harry and his band of misfits, plus the lovely Hermione. This was when I first realized the value of a camera. Had I had a camera, I'm sure my picture would have been useful for blackmailing making money. Oh well. It's not the first time we've lost a good business deal.
I didn't really see anyone else from Hogwarts--no one that's worth mentioning at any rate. George ventured out later, and he had the most interesting tales to tell. I guess he saw that Parvati girl. She really can't take a joke (we should hook her up with Perce!). It seems that she's still bitter about a few harmless, mostly painless jokes we played on her. Maybe we should apologize... nah! On second thought: maybe I will send her my apologizes...via Peeves! Anyway: George also told me that it looked like Neville and her were together. Huh? I'll have to remember to send Neville my condolences.
I completely missed Ginny and Ron. It's a shame, really. I was really looking forward to telling Ginny about her present. I've had it in my care for over a week! Maybe I should re-owl her. I don't think she got our last owl. And, Ron? It's been ages since we saw him last! He hasn't had a proper lashing in ages. Hopefully, we'll have reason to venture into Hogwarts soon. . .
Speaking of which! Yesterday, when I was walking with a friend by the Hogshead, I overheard someone say that there may be secret passages in the Hogshead! They referenced the Goblin Rebellion of 1612. I wonder where they lead. . . I have a good guess, and if I'm right... well, we may have a new way of sneaking Angelina out of Hogwarts! Honeydukes is much too busy these days. . .
Well, I better get going. I'm off to Madam Puddifoot's.
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[30 Aug 2003|04:11am] |
Welp. We did it. We moved out. Don’t act surprised. You can’t tell me you didn’t see this coming.
Mum, on the other hand, is treating us like we’re still in diapers. She doesn’t think we’re old enough to be on our own. I don’t see what the big deal is. Charlie was younger.
Sometimes, I think mum has gone mental.
She doesn’t seem to like our choice of location either, not that that really surprises me. Dad is for it, of course, but no mum. Oh no! It’s much too far away. Really. The way she was ranting and raving, you’d think we were going to move to Antarctica or something! Hogsmeade isn’t that far. It’s not like we’re moving to Romania. . . Lately, she seems to forget that she’s a witch. Sure Hogsmeade is a long ways away from London for a muggle We apparate! Though, mum keeps reminding us that it gets increasingly more difficult to apparate over long distances. Really. I’d like to think we’re more adept at magic than she gives us credit for. But even if we couldn’t apparate, there are other means of travel. Mum will get over it, though.
Anyway. .
I never knew moving was such a complicated process. It’s tough work even for two highly skilled wizards like ourselves. I’ll write more and tell you more about our new pad later. I’m much too exhausted to add anything else.
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[12 Aug 2003|01:45am] |
It's me, Fred.
I haven't written in this thing in awhile. I'm not much of a writer, what can I say? Plus, George advised me to stay away from anything remotely connected to Hogwarts. That included this journal. We've been trying to keep a low profile, and I think Hogwarts is paying dearly. We received an owl from Ron today.
Apparently, Hogwarts is perfectly BORING right now. I'm assmuming this is partially because I forgot to provide Peeves with much needed supplies. . . We've been staying busy while we're away. We don't need Hogwarts to have fun (though it sounds like they need us!) In fact, it has been a very productive weekend for us. I'm really quite pleased with the way things are going. George and I are getting along well (I know my last post made it sound like we don't get always agree with each other. Don't worry, we don't fight... too much]. George has his moments, though, especially lately. Like today, for instance . . .
Ron sent him a seperate owl. What's that about? I was tempted to open it, but Pig was eyeing me suspiciously. I was afraid she'd peck my fingers off if I tried to (I still have scars from my last encounter with the bloody bird). Although, I'm not entirely sure Pig is intelligent enough to tell the two of us apart. She did deliver the letter to me after all. I didn't want to risk it, though. Ron's probably having girl problems, anyway. It sounds like he's found himself a new girlfriend--some bloody Slytherin girl. From what I've heard of her, she's not all there. Spending too much time in the dungeons will do that to a person. It's going to her head. That, or she's high on snugglebots. *shrug* I'm fairly certain Ron couldn't say anything that would make it worth the risk. Stupid Owl. It has an attitude problem, it does.
Well, I hope Peeves gives it attitude . I just hope Peeves has enough sense to give him back to Ron. . .
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[25 Jul 2003|09:32pm] |
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Worse than Percy's hair in the morning . . .
What's worse? George in a bad mood, that's what.
I don't know what he's all bent out of shape for. It's not like I did anything he wouldn't do... if he had thought of it first.
It all started because... I tried to apparate into Hogwarts. I just wasn't thinking. Apparently, George is under the impression that he and Hermione have told me "at least 5 billion times" that you can't apparate into Hogwarts. He exaggerates, he really does. And, besides that... I knew that. I really did. Afterall, when we left Hogwarts last year, we left on broomsticks and apparated once we got outside the grounds. Really.
Anyway, that's how it started: George yelling at me and telling me I never listen. Nag nag nag nag nag. He's worse than certain girls we know. It turned into a battle of wits after that. All kinds of minor pranks, hexes and spells were flying. It was really quite beautiful, if you think about it. Then...well... I'm not really sure how it happened, but George lost his hair. All of it. Even the hair between his toes. So, he's livid. To say the very least.
I don't really understand why. I wouldn't be mad. (it's not like I came out completely unscathed) It was a darn good prank, if you ask me. Now, if I could only remember how I did it, we could market it . . .
I just can't think. I can't remember. Heck. I can't even think of anything that rhymes with "Bald" to taunt him with.
Stupid git. He can't even take a good prank. I think I oughta kick him out of the business.
And, people actually think he's the nice one???
Really.
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[24 Jul 2003|12:27am] |
Hi, it's me, George.
Today was a long day. A good day. these days are few and far between, even for two jokesters like Fred and I. Don't get me wrong, we always have fun, no matter what. But with the war...the stress level is high, especially around my house. Probably every house. Dad nearly beaks down into tears as much as mum. That's the scariest thing ever--to watch your dad cry. The world seems a lot crueler then, when someone as "invincible" as your father cracks... I guess it makes me want to joke around all the more. If we seem more brutal, that's why. We're just trying to make people laugh. Cause those are the moments you'll remember forever, when Voldemort is gone . . . the laughter, the smiles. Hopefully, not the tears.
Well, I'll probably regret posting this in the morning. I don't usually let anyone know what's going on inside my head, but it's late. There's always the delete key. . .
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[24 Jul 2003|12:21am] |
We spent a great deal of time in London today, but we didn't get much, except a few large blisters on our feet. Now I know why muggles invented cars, trains, and bicyles . . . I don't know how they survived before public transportation. No wonder so many of them are prejudiced against us wizards--they're just jealous of our broomsticks, that's all.
We did buy three owls in Diagon Alley, though. They’re wicked awesome. We haven’t named any of them yet, and we’re up for suggestions. We’re certainly glad we bought these bad boys because we were flooded with owls when we arrived home! Our new advertisements must have made it to Hogwarts. { Thanks for sending us that owl, ginny..I take it our advertisements arrived safely?) We’re gonna need the owls to fill our orders...we probably won’t see these owls again for several days! That’s probably best. Errol doesn’t seem to like the new addition to the family [but that’s ok, we don’t like Errol (Fred edit: Or Pig)]. Well, we’re certainly pleased about all the orders, anyway.
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[23 Jul 2003|12:54am] |
We debated on whether or not we should invest in one of these journal. . .things. Normally, we aren't too keen on writing. But we figure it might come in handy. Since we’re not at Hogwarts anymore, we need a new way to advertise and a better mode of communication. (Errol, it seems, is even more unreliable–if it’s even possible) Plus, we miss you guys–well, most of you. [except *cough* all of Slytherin *cough*] So, feel free to use this journal to keep in touch. We’ll try and post frequently, but don’t expect anything juicy. . . we don’t bother with such nonsense . . .unless of course it has to do with someone else/is none of our business. - Fred & George
Oh, and Ginny, if you’re reading this: Do you think you could send us an owl? We tried sending you a few new products to test out on our favorite little brother, but the package didn’t quite make it. Apparently a few of the products were combustible. Go figure. We ironed out the problem, but Errol is pissy and absolutely refuses to acknowledge us. Apparently, Errol is petrified of fire or spiders ... or maybe just us. I don’t know. At any rate, we’d still like to send it. - Your favorite brother, Fred
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