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If you haven’t heard already, Fred and I moved out of the burrow. Unlike a certain member of our family, we didn’t move out in protest, and we’re still on speaking terms with mum and dad. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if mum preserves our room as a monument to our memory. (Then again, it would make a nice room for Ron . . .) Honestly, mum claims she even misses the explosions and noises that came from our room. Fred says she's gone mental. It's nice to know we're missed, even though I don't regret moving at all.
Fred had been searching for a new place for weeks. We looked at several places in London–mostly wizard places but he also looked at a few muggle residences. He found a few places that looked promising, but in the end we decided to move to Hogsmeade.
Dad was afraid that if we moved to London, we would draw undue attention to ourselves. For some reason, he doesn’t think we’re responsible enough to use the right concealment and protective charms. He says our neighbors would begin to wonder if they heard the explosions. And, honestly, he had a point.
So, we chose Hogsmeade since it is the only pure wizarding village in Britain. Plus, it’s close to a large number of our clientele. . . So, if you’re in Hogsmeade at all, stop on by. We heard there’s a Hogwarts trip tomorrow. Maybe we’ll see you around!
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