Okay. I’ll do a happy and then the sad one. Fair?May 2nd 1996Dear Fred,
I’m gonna need my broom back.Seriously. I said you could BORROW not own. Besides, you can buy your own now. And mine better not come back with some sort of “funny” jinx on it or I swear you’re off my Christmas list. And before you say that’s being prejudiced against gingers: The rest of your family is still on it. Immediate family. Never giving Great Aunt Muriel a present ever again.She still complains about it.
Dear Fred,Eighteen years. When it gets to over 20, it’ll be very odd because then we’ll have had more time without you than you had with us.
And don’t roll your eyes and scoff wherever you are about how I shouldn’t be boring and mopey after all this time. I’ll be as boring as I bloody well please.
My Christmas list is basically ridiculous now.I have to start planning the day AFTER Christmas instead of just in the middle of the summer.I triple check my lists. I thought there were too many Weasleys before. In addition to the original count, there are now: Ginny’s spawn, George’s spawn, Percy’s, Ron’s, Bill’s–thank Merlin for Charlie’s dragon fetish because otherwise I’d be broke.
If Teddy and Victoire work out, I’ll have to worry about ANOTHER generation.
I’m surprised /I/ haven’t married a Weasley.The next-next generation of Hogwarts is gonna have a hell of a time finding someone to safely fall in love with at this rate.
You probably love it. All the chaos. All the shouting and giggling and your Mum pointing at one of her grandkids to do something and not bothering with shouting a name to save time and me going broke because I just can’t help but want them to have a better time of all this than we did at their age…
Why am I thinking about Christmas in May, anyway? Oh. Right. It doesn’t matter how many more Weasleys there are, mate.
PS I’d put you back on the Christmas list, but I don’t think I can owl a package over to you.