I am so sorry, Ginevra and Fred and Eric, for neglecting to write for such a prolonged period of time!
You see, there has been trouble in the Burrow - and yes, despite what Arthur 'G' Weasley may tell you, we do live in the Burrow, and I have contacted the Floo Network to repair the abomination that was committed against my ears when Arthur
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Now, go change your trousers!
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Although if you prefer, I seem to have come into possession of a rather large knife that Eric ordered for me, though I haven't the faintest idea as to why, exactly...
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The sock is sage advice, however, and I shall use it the next time I see Arthur sleeping unawares! Hopefully he won't do any of his wrap moves in his sleep again.
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I'm prepared, Mum, don't worry! I have an idea, too. I'm not sure if I should say it yet in case I can't retrieve the instrument of the deathing but I think it's a good one.
We have enough siblings now, Mum, so that doesn't make me sad. Thank you for telling us, though.
I did and they were so delicious! I think I'll even let Fred and George have one, if they behave. Maybe if Fred rips the head off of Mr. Cocky.
Love,
Your daughter and last child
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Love,
Fred
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