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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Many happy returns, Ron.

The year's surely got to get better from here, right?

Happy birthday, Ron!

I say, I saw your note last night but my arms were too tired to hold the quill to answer!

I'm not imagining it, then? Today's exercise was even more difficult than yesterday's. One would think it should go the other way 'round, what? At least it's over now.

-Justin

It was a hex she put on us. I told Madam Pomfrey I thought I'd seen her do something to Luna, and she said I wasn't just imagining it. She had me pick up a quill off her desk and then a book, and she did some sort of spell to measure something, and said the hex makes everything heavier than it is, including us. Our own bodies, I mean. She couldn't tell what hex it was. Could've been a bunch of things, but she was really well cross about it.

You should go see her if you are having trouble with the stairs or carrying things. She made it sound dangerous.

Don't want you falling over dead, mate.

I say, was it? That rather makes sense.

I do feel all right now, though, not staggering or anything. It's more that everything's sore, what, as when one's been exerting oneself especially.

But perhaps I might go see Madam P after all. If nothing else it's an excuse to lark off during non-Defence, what?

Have you opened all your presents yet?

-Justin

Mum sent a cake and some other food and so did Sally Ann--jam and sausages and biscuits and things charmed to stay fresh, so I can keep them in my trunk for times when we're not allowed to eat. Brilliant, that! The twins haven't got me yet, since we weren't at breakfast.

And I expect there's still one present to 'open' tonight, yeah? At least I hope so!

Cheers, I wish you good luck, mate!

-Justin

Heh.

Ta!

Thanks, you. That hamper is amazing! And you're right, I'll hide most of it away in my trunk for times when Madam Toadface makes us miss out eating.

I'll bring Mum's ginger cake to share at Harry's revising session tonight, though. If I can get there. I'm loads better now, but I had to go back to Madam Pomfrey this morning after exercising because I felt like I'd had all my muscles boiled.

Madam P was well cross, too, about whatever that hex was Umbritch used on us to make everything tougher to do. She said we could have had heart failure! Not sure whether she was just fussing or whether that's really true. Anywiz, she was seriously cross, and she wouldn't give me more Pepper Up because she said it might be dangerous under the circumstances. She gave me something else, though, so I'm still wheezing and coughing, but I've got more energy.

Many Happy Returns, Ron Weasley.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Happy birthday, Ron. It's been fun exercising with you this week. Sort of.

Well, not really. Let's not make it a habit, all right?

Seriously, though, thanks for all your encouragement through all the difficult bits, especially when we were so weary this morning.