An owl flies in, caring a lovely pink and red letter. It seems harmless enough, but the feminine writing on the front, addressed neatly to George and Fred can be from only one hand, their mother.
In her usual dramatic flair, it is a howler, and enchanted so that the moment it is touched by one of the pair, it opens itself up. Instead of the yelling that may be expected, it’s actually got quite a pleasant tone, especially for how disapproving Molly was about the joke shop.
“Dearest George and Fred,” It begins, reading itself out “I know you’re incredibility busy these days, with how running your little business takes up all of your time, and I know it must be so difficult to write your poor mother these days, I decided to write you first.
It pains me to admit it, but the house has gone rather eerily quiet without you here, and while I do apreciate being able to sleep without something sneaking around, I do wish you were able to find the time to visit. I see that your little fads are popping up everywhere. Ms. Hummingbuck, the one you two always made fun of as children even had one of your purple purring things, though I can\t remember for the life of me what it was called. She says she adores it, and that with her bones aching these days, the little thing is almost perfect for a detraction.
I’ll be popping in to visit you in a few days, unless of course you don’t want me to visit you that badly; I know how much you value your privacy. That being said, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR UNDERWEAR! The last thing I want to do is show up and pick up after you after I’ve had to do that for ALL OF YOUR LIVES.
Love, your mum.”
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