ANGELINA JOHNSON: 27 May 1996

Jan 30, 2007 14:54


George,

Can't believe its been a month since you two quit school. I'm sure the fan mail is pouring in, but in case you haven't heard - the swamp is still there and Filtch is getting tetchier by the hour. I know a group of Third Years are doing laps across the Entrance Hall then up through the second floor and down again, just so Filtch has to ferry them back across. Picture of innocence in the face of his apocoleptic rage.

Your order forms are all over the castle now too. As are your products. Can't walk past the Infirmary without slipping in pools of vomit, blood or other disgustingness. Pomfrey refuses to deal with anyone display Snackbox Symptoms. Tough luck for the Slytherin beater Goyle who really did have a broken nose. Your Ron seemed particularly pleased about that one.

Its quieter in the common room without you two here. Hermione says its a relief, she might actually pass her OWLS now. The second years don't know who to idolise. You left behind a definitavely bereaved fan group.

Peeves has ceased his campaign of terror against students and staff; no student has had their shoelaces tied in knots at breakfast for weeks. I hear Umbridge isn't sleeping well though. Repetitive farting noises all night from her cupboard. I think Peeves is enjoying being applauded by students. Hope it doesn't go to his head.

Kirke and Sloper aren't a patch on you two. I don't know what I'm going to do. Final match against Ravenclaw on Saturday. We don't have a chance of wining. Ginny is a crack Seeker though. Not as good as Harry. God George I don't know what i'm doing trying to lead this team to victory. Its a fluke we've gotten here. Don't know how I'm going to fly without you and George to cheer us on, even from the stands. I am waking up in the middle of the night falling out of bed because I've been practicing turns in my sleep. Tell Fred to pick out his blackest clothes, he'll need them for the funeral after they scrape me off the ground when we lose.

Fred. George, I hope he's ok. I mean, I knew this would be hard. I know you probably don't want to hear it. I don't know who else to ask though. You are part of him, you must know how he feels. I don't want to know. I just want to know he's ok and that some one is looking out for him.  I'm an idiot to not realise that you two must have been considering this all year. The signs were there. I just didn't want to lose him. I hope I don't. Can you tell him that?

I'll see you in Summer Hols. Remember you two promised I could stay at your new place.

Much love George. And give it to Fred as well.

Ange.

1996, angelina_johnson

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