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Hello Hogwarts!
Fred Weasley here, representing the company that is henceforth renamed “Weasley Enterprises”. The former name will no longer be adequate as, quite frankly, it was a rather juvenile title; Come to think of it, it was probably George’s idea.
Speaking of which, with my current status, as sole owner and maintainer of Weasley Enterprises, it is quite appalling that I am still sharing a journal with him. I've been getting replies in my mail that are entirely irrelevant to any business prospects and often involve so much German that I am beginning to truly despise the language, no offence. Wait. No. Yes, offence. Yes. Very much so. If he's going to call himself a Weasley then he needs to start acting like one again. It's a sad time when one hardly recognises their own brother... While I've been slaving away with product blueprints and financial calculations, he's been doing Merlin knows what. (The other day when I checked the internet history, it was full of links to websites on Lederhosen and German drinking songs!) I shouldn't have to share a journal with that.
As you can imagine, I have made changes, renovations, you might call them, to the business. My goal (what had been our goal, though I'm beginning to see this being a twin as more of a handicap than a benefit and until he comes to his senses, I will not be associating myself with him) is to bring humour to the wizarding community; It always has been. But I can no longer remain satisfied with trivial pranks and I am working to develop products with staying power. You can bet your bottom dollar that no Weasleys were behind that short-lived success of Elmo. Granted, I’m sure there was money to be made, quite a bit, if I recall the figures… but nothing secure and long-lasting. And I am in the market for stability, afterall.
Now, another thing I wish to note, so that there is no confusion: I have disposed of Mr. Cocky, bless his furry little head. I suppose 'disposed' isn't the correct term. He went missing a couple days ago and I still have suspicions that one of the toddlers wandered off with it. No matter, though. I am better off without such a silly thing. In retrospect, I must've been suffering from a temporary bout of insanity due to George's... well, the way he was acting. But I am wiping the slate clean of any stuffed animals and immaturity. It was rather academic to my daily routine, both acadmic and otherwise. I need spend no more nights trying to finish a paper for this or that subject with an idiotic stuffed animal at my side. I am no longer a child and I need no comfort or tears. I am not going to whine to some inanimate object. I am a MAN, thank you.
I will instead channel whatever negative emotions I have into something more positive; My business how-to guide for the savvy wizard states that this is an excellent course of action. I've been working on product ideas; Hilarities are abounding in my research department and feedback from my focus group - which, granted, consisted of several slightly unwilling first years - show great potential for earnings. As a gift to myself, I have purchased this lovely new suit. I think it makes me look rather cosmopolitan, an excellent impression for this new me. What do you think? Too imposing? Not imposing enough?
I'm not terribly enthused with the prospect of having to deal with goblin banking though. I anticipate having to do that a lot with the kind of money I'll be making. I suppose they accept deposits via owl? Otherwise things would be terribly inconvenient.
This entire matter of running a business all by oneself is rather intimidating, come to think of it. Perhaps I could use an assistant? I have enclosed an application with this post for anyone who might be interested. It is fairly simple. Payment... will be negotiated later.
Write a short essay explaining why you are qualified for this job. You should make use of the words effervescent, frivolous, and inspirational, as I find those words very nice and they should be made a part of your lexicon post-haste.
If your name is George Weasley, there is no need for you to apply... you just have to willingly give up your disturbing affinity for Germanic culture - although the bratwurst is quite good. In fact, I amend. You just have to willingly renounce this… habit of yours, assert yourself as a Weasley businessman again, and give me bratwurst. Lots of it. Preferably served with cabbage.
Yes, I suppose an assistant would be useful in handling financial matters. The only other thing I can think of is perhaps a business merger... Ginny?
Now, to flex my financial muscles... as I will have to come up with a satisfactory price range for my new product line, which, I hope, will include everything from a new edition of Skivving Snackboxes to more complex pranking how-to kits. Consumer feedback is of course appreciated. Should there be any specific requests, I would be more than happy to accommodate. Also... I must say that I am still quite gifted at judging value. This suit, for example? Yes, I would say I got it at a rather satisfactory price. Test me; I'm sure I could pin something within a sickle, no, a knut of its actual worth.
So, for all your needs, I, formerly twin brother to that other Weasley and now independent entrepreneur, am at your service.
Fred Weasley here, representing the company that is henceforth renamed “Weasley Enterprises”. The former name will no longer be adequate as, quite frankly, it was a rather juvenile title; Come to think of it, it was probably George’s idea.
Speaking of which, with my current status, as sole owner and maintainer of Weasley Enterprises, it is quite appalling that I am still sharing a journal with him. I've been getting replies in my mail that are entirely irrelevant to any business prospects and often involve so much German that I am beginning to truly despise the language, no offence. Wait. No. Yes, offence. Yes. Very much so. If he's going to call himself a Weasley then he needs to start acting like one again. It's a sad time when one hardly recognises their own brother... While I've been slaving away with product blueprints and financial calculations, he's been doing Merlin knows what. (The other day when I checked the internet history, it was full of links to websites on Lederhosen and German drinking songs!) I shouldn't have to share a journal with that.
As you can imagine, I have made changes, renovations, you might call them, to the business. My goal (what had been our goal, though I'm beginning to see this being a twin as more of a handicap than a benefit and until he comes to his senses, I will not be associating myself with him) is to bring humour to the wizarding community; It always has been. But I can no longer remain satisfied with trivial pranks and I am working to develop products with staying power. You can bet your bottom dollar that no Weasleys were behind that short-lived success of Elmo. Granted, I’m sure there was money to be made, quite a bit, if I recall the figures… but nothing secure and long-lasting. And I am in the market for stability, afterall.
Now, another thing I wish to note, so that there is no confusion: I have disposed of Mr. Cocky, bless his furry little head. I suppose 'disposed' isn't the correct term. He went missing a couple days ago and I still have suspicions that one of the toddlers wandered off with it. No matter, though. I am better off without such a silly thing. In retrospect, I must've been suffering from a temporary bout of insanity due to George's... well, the way he was acting. But I am wiping the slate clean of any stuffed animals and immaturity. It was rather academic to my daily routine, both acadmic and otherwise. I need spend no more nights trying to finish a paper for this or that subject with an idiotic stuffed animal at my side. I am no longer a child and I need no comfort or tears. I am not going to whine to some inanimate object. I am a MAN, thank you.
I will instead channel whatever negative emotions I have into something more positive; My business how-to guide for the savvy wizard states that this is an excellent course of action. I've been working on product ideas; Hilarities are abounding in my research department and feedback from my focus group - which, granted, consisted of several slightly unwilling first years - show great potential for earnings. As a gift to myself, I have purchased this lovely new suit. I think it makes me look rather cosmopolitan, an excellent impression for this new me. What do you think? Too imposing? Not imposing enough?
I'm not terribly enthused with the prospect of having to deal with goblin banking though. I anticipate having to do that a lot with the kind of money I'll be making. I suppose they accept deposits via owl? Otherwise things would be terribly inconvenient.
This entire matter of running a business all by oneself is rather intimidating, come to think of it. Perhaps I could use an assistant? I have enclosed an application with this post for anyone who might be interested. It is fairly simple. Payment... will be negotiated later.
Write a short essay explaining why you are qualified for this job. You should make use of the words effervescent, frivolous, and inspirational, as I find those words very nice and they should be made a part of your lexicon post-haste.
If your name is George Weasley, there is no need for you to apply... you just have to willingly give up your disturbing affinity for Germanic culture - although the bratwurst is quite good. In fact, I amend. You just have to willingly renounce this… habit of yours, assert yourself as a Weasley businessman again, and give me bratwurst. Lots of it. Preferably served with cabbage.
Yes, I suppose an assistant would be useful in handling financial matters. The only other thing I can think of is perhaps a business merger... Ginny?
Now, to flex my financial muscles... as I will have to come up with a satisfactory price range for my new product line, which, I hope, will include everything from a new edition of Skivving Snackboxes to more complex pranking how-to kits. Consumer feedback is of course appreciated. Should there be any specific requests, I would be more than happy to accommodate. Also... I must say that I am still quite gifted at judging value. This suit, for example? Yes, I would say I got it at a rather satisfactory price. Test me; I'm sure I could pin something within a sickle, no, a knut of its actual worth.
So, for all your needs, I, formerly twin brother to that other Weasley and now independent entrepreneur, am at your service.