An Ode to a Beautiful Sunflower, by Percy Ignatius Weasley, Prefect, aged 14 years.
Oh would that the clouds would part and let the sun shine down on my sweet Penelope, my love with eyes that shine like clear spring water
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Happy birthday Bill! I do hope you're having a good time, but I rather suspect Tonks is taking care of that quite nicely. I sent you some cookies I made, did you get them?
Also, have you noticed any odd behaviour on the part of your youngest brother? Honestly, I don't know what to do with him..
I am not impressed that we aren't allowed to attend the trial tomorrow. Sirius'll be found innocent, of course, but it would be simply smashing to see the look on that ponce Fudge's face when the truth comes out. Wanker.
I'm going down to the kitchens for a week's worth of sandwiches, then I'm fleeing to the Quidditch practice pitch to build a makeshift shelter until this plague has run its course. Anyone not currently seeing sparrows, join me if you wish.
Gods, even an afternoon of football could not work out all this nervous tension. Not only am I suddenly related to Malfoy, it appears that now I'm his adopted aunt? Is that right? Our family tree just became considerably more complicated...I wonder if Ron has figured this out yet. Perhaps I can sneak a Fainting Fancy into his pudding until he
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