FRED WEASLEY FRONT AND CENTER.

CODE 38.

THE CROW FLIES AT MIDNIGHT.

THE FAT MAN WALKS ALONE.

THE MONGEESE DO A LITTLE HULA DANCE ON THURSDAYS.

I REPEAT THIS IS A CODE 38.

BATCAVE ASAP.

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Bit pissed. Bit cross. Bit wretched, really.

Maybelle's gone off with some bloke. I went to her flat to bring her something, unimportant now, it seems. And there they were. All friendlylike. Him strutting around as if he owned the place. I helped with the first and last when she got it. She and her sister. I was there. Not him ( Read more... )

All that time. All those boxes.

They've fallen over. The ones in the cellar in Hogsmeade. We've yet to assess the damage. I don't know how they fell, but it's bloody inconvenient. There's also a few things that have uh, changed, as a result of different potions being broken.

I am so tired of boxes.

It's hard for me to be completely honest. I suppose it comes from years of sneaking around and keeping to ourselves. I sometimes flip through this journal and shake my head at the things being said. Do you lot seriously want people to know? Part of it, I think, is that the people concerned don't know the meaning of the word "discretion", or were ( Read more... )

The paperwork is going through so we can officially buy Zonko's shop in Hogsmeade. He's all moved out, and Fred is over there right now. He told me he was fixing the backroom, since it's smaller than the one we have now, but knowing him, he's probably faffing off. The shop is a good size, which you lot probably already know, but it needs to be a ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, Ginny. I hope you're feeling better ( Read more... )

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So, Toodlepip and I had a change of plans and did not end up meeting Percy for dinner tonight. Shame, really, but it was unavoidable ( Read more... )

Knock knock