I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_sally_anne]

Many happy returns, Ron.

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

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[alt_justin]

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

[alt_ron]

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.

[alt_justin]

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

[alt_ron]

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!

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[alt_justin]

Cheers, I wish you good luck, mate!

-Justin

Re: Private Message to Ron

[alt_ron]

Heh.

Ta!