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[scarlet_lioness]

To: Ron Weasley
From: Ginny Weasley
When: January 9 2002

[Warded for Ron's eyes only. To others, resembles a Get Well Soon card. Strike-outs would be readable to Ron, if he wanted to]

How are things?

It's not the same without you around to drive me mad, though the others are trying.

I miss you. If I find out you aren't taking care of yourself I'll

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[waningred]

[The return post is very heavily warded for Ginny's eyes only and spelled to resemble a vintage postcard depicting the famous lighthouse at Beachy Head. The scribbled out bits are definitely not readable.]

Bloody hell, woman! Pig scared the shite out of the Muggles when he crashed against the window!

I'm fine. Everything is fine. How's Hermione? Is she still

Sounds like business as usual at your end. Tell Hermione everyone I'm sorry I messed up Christmas. Kick S, D & C in the arse for me. Especially C since he's probably still using my soap and "borrowing" the rest of my clothes.

Yeah. Constant vigilance. How could I forget? I miss you too.

Ron

[scarlet_lioness]

[heavily warded for Ron's eyes only, spelled to look like a postcard of Canterbury Cathedral. Strikeouts vaguely readable.]

You can't blame him for that! He is getting up there now. Just be thankful he doesn't get lost like Errol used to.

You're fine. Everything is fine. I don't believe you, Ronald. That's good to hear.

If by business as usual, you mean it's still a mad house, then yeah.

P got L a new cat. She named it Piglet. H and H miss you. C's been using your towels. Reckon you'll want new ones when you come back.

N and I have to go to Diagon Alley to check some things out. Anything we could pick up and send you?

GM

[waningred]

[Warded for bear, the post is spelled to look like a pamphlet on how to build an authentic Bavarian cuckoo clock with twirly dark moustaches and devil horns drawn on the DIY guy's face. The scribbled out bits are still not readable.]

Are you kidding? He's halfway there already! I actually had to fan him for 10 whole minutes to revive him after the crash. I thought he'd snuffed it for sure this time.

I'm not coming back. Ugh. Throw those things out. Or better yet, burn them along with anything else of mine that C has used.

Nah, I don't need anything. Thanks anyway.

Be careful. I mean it.

Ron