I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good: Private message to Ron and Pansy

[alt_sally_anne]

Ron, Pansy and I 'raised a glass' to your father last night, like your brother said.

It was chamomile tea, but we didn't have anything better.

I hope yesterday wasn't too hard for you.

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[alt_ron]

Thanks, you.

We went up and had supper with Ginny in the Hospital Wing, but she was falling asleep and we didn't stay too long. And there was rehearsal to get to, anywiz.

I'm glad I'm doing that, actually. I guess it helps with not thinking too much about Dad. I mean, I guess I thought about it more during the day yesterday, and then it was good to be busy later.

[alt_ron]

Oh, and-

Well, we probably need to talk about Ginny, don't we? I don't really see how we can give her a galleon now. I mean, she doesn't act like she's got any sense at all sometimes.

Which, I know, you think I don't either when I do stuff without thinking. But I don't think I've ever been that daft. Fred says there was stuff she wrote that could have got Bill and Charlie and maybe us in bad trouble, which is why they hexed her to make her cry. I guess Fred had got her to tell him what she said, and I don't know what all it was. Mostly he says she was complaining about how we don't pay her enough attention.

But the thing is, I'm not sure she even understands how bad it could've been, writing a PM like that a week after Sophie Fleet. I mean, we couldn't really talk much last night, but she just doesn't seem to get it. She gets so cross sometimes and can't seem to think straight. I don't know. Mum's like that a bit, but Gin's way worse. Way worse.

So, yeah. No galleon. Not now.