Happy Christmaaas. M'so ruddy, bloody..muddy..stuff...happy. Georgie and I are at Mum and Dad's for the night. Charlie's in for Christmas. Brought firewhiskey. Made bloody great eggnog
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Your dress is pretty, that's what. All floaty and soft and curvy and touchable. But you know you could wear one of those whatchum skin dresses that Parkinson was talking about that time and I'd still think you were the prettiest thing in the universe.
Happy Christmas, lovey. Won't do anything stupid, promise. George's already passed out on the kitchen floor.
Bless you both, Fred and George! I remember a similar incident involving myself and some cousins--thing is, I don't remember a bloody thing! My female cousins just avoided us like the plague for weeks. Ha. Like they would ever understand.
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Hope you're able to stand straight for the ball. Your lovely lady is going to want to dance I'm sure.
You are good for a laugh though Fred Weasley! See you at the ball then!
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We'll be lucky if Georgie can even sit up tomorrow morning. If Mum doesn't kill him for passing out on the kitchen floor.
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But honestly, someone should keep you away from a computer while you're like that.
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Besides, I'm not nearly as pissed as Charlie and George are. Charlie's started flirting with the fairy lights on the tree.
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What IS it with boys and dresses? I'm so glad you like it, that means a lot to me.
Just-- ...Happy Christmas, darling. Don't do anything too stupid. But, knowing you and your twin, that's out of the question.
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Your dress is pretty, that's what. All floaty and soft and curvy and touchable. But you know you could wear one of those whatchum skin dresses that Parkinson was talking about that time and I'd still think you were the prettiest thing in the universe.
Happy Christmas, lovey. Won't do anything stupid, promise. George's already passed out on the kitchen floor.
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