Charlie Weasley

Gryffindor's out two Chasers. Try-outs will be held this Saturday morning, seven o'clock sharp.

Yeah, that's all I have to write right now. I have to go tape up more notices everywhere and speak with Madame Hooch about not disqualifying us.

( Private to Lily )

( Private to Meaghan )

Did everyone's spirits wither away to die in a loo someplace? Seems like it.

There's a Quidditch match coming up and I haven't received so much as a shove. By now I would have gotten at least an elbow-jab.

Let's look alive, people. We're not dead yet.

War?

Fucking hell.

Mum and Dad were right.



( HEXED PRIVATE, NASTY BOILS WILL COME TO THOSE WHO TRY TO BREAK THROUGH )

[handwriting is messy; lots of inkblots]

WHAT THE HELL?

THIS-- PLEASE SAY IT'S A JOKE OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT REAL

IF THIS IS A BLOODY JOKE, IT ISN'T FUNNY.

TOMORROW!!!


I'm excited, are you excited? I think everyone should have a reason to be excited for tomorrow. Not that it's an important day or anything.

(Handwriting messy, as if written by a three year-old.)

Took a bad tumble today during practice. Thought I could pull up in time, but broom wasn't cooperating. I'm okay, but Pomfrey wants me to stay here for the night. Says bones still need to heal, gotta take it easy, and all that.

If I'm not in classes tomorrow, I died from boredom.

The days are growing shorter and colder. First day of snow will be coming soon.

I don't know about the rest of you lot, but I think Peru would be a fantastic place to visit right about now. I think I'll live there one day. Or in another place that sees some sunlight more than one or two days out of the year. I'm not picky.

( Private )


( Bill )

( Charlie Weasley )