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By owl, to Percy Weasley.
All right, Percy? Don't know if anyone else has written to you, but everyone's seen about Lucius Malfoy making Minister. Are you all right? Everyone's up in arms about it, I don't mind telling you, and you ought to get out now, before you see something he doesn't want you to. Are your letters getting checked? I bet they are. no wonder with the Prophet crawling up his arse at every opportunity. I know you think he's the bee's knees or the augury's eyeballs or whatever it is, but even if he's on the straight and narrow don't make me laugh, the higher up the food chain you get, the more you stand out. They've lost two Ministers in two years and when I say lost, I mean murdered, chopped up, or generally made to disappear like ghosts on a foggy night and the Ministry doesn't seem like a very safe place to be. Please get the hint, Perce, I'm no good at subtle.
How's everything with you? Do you get out much these days? I heard that Diagon Alley was pretty much deserted, but I've not been there, of course. Fred and George seemed to think there was something going on in Fortescue's old place. Know anything about that? Shame about Fortescues - they did the only decent ice-cream in the whole of London. Even if Fortescue wasn't scared off or murdered, I suppose he couldn't keep his business afloat after they found he'd overstocked with Fudge. Maybe we can find somewhere half decent and meet up for your birthday or something?
Anyway, everyone here is fine and hoping the weather gets better some time before next Christmas. Look after yourself,
Ron.
Private.
I bet they are reading his post. I would, and I'm not even a sneaky bastard like Malfoy. I hate to do it to him, but maybe we can make use of that. A letter with something they want to know - that wouldn't be hard to set up, and if the warding wasn't quite good enough, some bits might just... slip through.
I don't know. I don't want to put Percy any more in danger than he already might be. And no matter what Ginny says about us chasing around after the Order, they have been doing this longer. If we do something and bugger up their plans, it's not Ginny who'll get it in the neck.
I get that she's frustrated. But I don't agree that it's useless learning more spells for fighting - if we're going to win, it's not going to be with a handful of dungbombs and a Rictusempra alone. That's where the training comes in.
We've got a harpy. Not a real one, obviously. But a sort of wooden frame, with feathers stuck all over it, and an evil looking face that Hermione made by cutting out a picture of Umbridge from the Prophet and charming it life-sized. Of course, because it's from the Prophet, it moves and blinks, which makes the whole thing look pretty fearsome, though it's a bit speckly from being newsprint. I've made the frame so you can sort of slot a broom into it - one of the rough ones that Susan and me put together. Now all it needs is to make that awful bloody screeching racket and it'll be as real as I want to see this side of the safe house wards.
Locked to Ginny Weasley.
I don't want to get into a row with you, Gin. So tell me, what do you want to do? I'll back you up, as long as you're not planning to storm Hogwarts on your own.
All right, Percy? Don't know if anyone else has written to you, but everyone's seen about Lucius Malfoy making Minister. Are you all right? Everyone's up in arms about it, I don't mind telling you, and you ought to get out now, before you see something he doesn't want you to. Are your letters getting checked? I bet they are. no wonder with the Prophet crawling up his arse at every opportunity. I know you think he's the bee's knees or the augury's eyeballs or whatever it is, but even if he's on the straight and narrow don't make me laugh, the higher up the food chain you get, the more you stand out. They've lost two Ministers in two years and when I say lost, I mean murdered, chopped up, or generally made to disappear like ghosts on a foggy night and the Ministry doesn't seem like a very safe place to be. Please get the hint, Perce, I'm no good at subtle.
How's everything with you? Do you get out much these days? I heard that Diagon Alley was pretty much deserted, but I've not been there, of course. Fred and George seemed to think there was something going on in Fortescue's old place. Know anything about that? Shame about Fortescues - they did the only decent ice-cream in the whole of London. Even if Fortescue wasn't scared off or murdered, I suppose he couldn't keep his business afloat after they found he'd overstocked with Fudge. Maybe we can find somewhere half decent and meet up for your birthday or something?
Anyway, everyone here is fine and hoping the weather gets better some time before next Christmas. Look after yourself,
Ron.
Private.
I bet they are reading his post. I would, and I'm not even a sneaky bastard like Malfoy. I hate to do it to him, but maybe we can make use of that. A letter with something they want to know - that wouldn't be hard to set up, and if the warding wasn't quite good enough, some bits might just... slip through.
I don't know. I don't want to put Percy any more in danger than he already might be. And no matter what Ginny says about us chasing around after the Order, they have been doing this longer. If we do something and bugger up their plans, it's not Ginny who'll get it in the neck.
I get that she's frustrated. But I don't agree that it's useless learning more spells for fighting - if we're going to win, it's not going to be with a handful of dungbombs and a Rictusempra alone. That's where the training comes in.
We've got a harpy. Not a real one, obviously. But a sort of wooden frame, with feathers stuck all over it, and an evil looking face that Hermione made by cutting out a picture of Umbridge from the Prophet and charming it life-sized. Of course, because it's from the Prophet, it moves and blinks, which makes the whole thing look pretty fearsome, though it's a bit speckly from being newsprint. I've made the frame so you can sort of slot a broom into it - one of the rough ones that Susan and me put together. Now all it needs is to make that awful bloody screeching racket and it'll be as real as I want to see this side of the safe house wards.
Locked to Ginny Weasley.
I don't want to get into a row with you, Gin. So tell me, what do you want to do? I'll back you up, as long as you're not planning to storm Hogwarts on your own.