We're completely horrible at keeping this updated. Really, really rubbish. But we have an excuse, really. A good one. Would you care to do the honors, Fred? Love to, George.

We've been a bit absent of late, because we've been in negotiations for opening a store in America. Apparently the owner of some novelty shop, Practically Magic, in the ( Read more... )

Cho, darling. Can you come down to the shop for a visit? I've missed you, pet. And I have to ask you something.

It's sort of...really important.

Love you.

Bloody hell, it's been a while since we've updated. Sorry about that, loves. It's been hectic at the shop lately. Everyone seems to be stocking up on end of the school year pranks. We're having a sale, by the way, if any of you need Skiving Snackboxes or Canary Creames. Buy one, get one free.Other than that, we really haven't anything else to ( Read more... )

Hospital food is wretched ( Read more... )

Romilda, you might want to come down to the shop. Like, right now.

George finally caught that flu that's going around. Only he's quite a bit sicker than I was. More than quite a bit. He's really sick. And he was being a complete idiot about it. His fever was 41° yesterday, so I called a medi-witch from St. Mungos, and they flooed over to ( Read more... )

Oh Merlin ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, ickle Ronniekins!

Eighteen years, how time flies. We remember when you were still running around in nappies. Hell, we remember when you used to tear off your nappies and run around in the buff. Think we still have some pictures of those times. For future blackmail use, of course.

Hope you enjoyed the alcohol chocolate we sent ( Read more... )

Way to make me look bad, Fred. Bloody git ( Read more... )

Happy Valentine's Day to the love of my life.

It's only been four months, but I've never been happier. You've changed my life, Cho Chang, and I can't imagine living without you.

I love you.

Yours always,
Fred

Went and saw Gin at St. Mungo's today. Doctors say she'll make a full recovery. But God, it was hard to see her looking so small and weak. She'll be fine, it's just... Our baby sister, the one we taught to ride a broom and to fling gnomes, all pale and...

But she's fine. She'll be fine. George's gone to sneak over to the school, so you ( Read more... )