Owl to Mum
It had only taken George a few weeks to realize that Molly should probably be notified as to Fred's current snack food status. He was, through and through, a boy; such things did not occur to him in a timely manner.
But, in between working on what could quite possibly be the best invention ever to grace the shelves of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes - Muggle Malady Munchies (patent pending) - and setting off random dung bomb attacks in Fred's name, he found time to jot off a quick owl.
Mum,
How have you been? Hogwarts has gone right round the twist, hasn't it? Well, at least you're in the right House. I don't envy Ron or Harry, stuck down in Slytherin. Right dank, those dungeons.
Not that I think that they'll catch cold or be lonely or anything like that. At all. I'm sure they're fine. Er, no need to hover or anything. Not that you would. Or that they'd mind.
Anyway, I thought I'd let you know that Fred may be a bit more...fluffy nowadays. Just a small setback with a bit of an experiment. I'm sure he'll be right as rain in no time. No worries! Don't trouble yourself a bit over it, Mum, really.
Give my our love to Dad if you speak to him!
Love,
George
(The owl is also carrying a lovely silver mirror, charmed to tell Molly how spiffing she's looking whenever she uses it.)
((Reposted because LJ's freaking Rich Text pwnd me. D:))
But, in between working on what could quite possibly be the best invention ever to grace the shelves of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes - Muggle Malady Munchies (patent pending) - and setting off random dung bomb attacks in Fred's name, he found time to jot off a quick owl.
Mum,
How have you been? Hogwarts has gone right round the twist, hasn't it? Well, at least you're in the right House. I don't envy Ron or Harry, stuck down in Slytherin. Right dank, those dungeons.
Not that I think that they'll catch cold or be lonely or anything like that. At all. I'm sure they're fine. Er, no need to hover or anything. Not that you would. Or that they'd mind.
Anyway, I thought I'd let you know that Fred may be a bit more...fluffy nowadays. Just a small setback with a bit of an experiment. I'm sure he'll be right as rain in no time. No worries! Don't trouble yourself a bit over it, Mum, really.
Give my our love to Dad if you speak to him!
Love,
George
(The owl is also carrying a lovely silver mirror, charmed to tell Molly how spiffing she's looking whenever she uses it.)
((Reposted because LJ's freaking Rich Text pwnd me. D:))