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[Jan. 21st, 2010|11:02 pm] |
Someone pinch me. Not there, you naughty minx.
Someone needs to pinch me because I MUST be dreaming. There was an open slot in Diagon and it's not open any longer because it's going to be ours. It's going to be the site of OUR SHOP!
To everyone who doubted us, to anyone who ever said we couldn't do it, I would love to hear what you have to say now.
We're signing the papers tomorrow, natch.
( Hexed Private to Severus Snape ) |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
Tis the season to be smothered, tra la la la la!
Did I mention that I LOVE Christmas! George and I can barely keep up with the owl orders flooding us! The gold is coming in, mates. It's lovely and golden and all that.
Best order while supplies last! We only have a few more FIREWORKS (which we're calling BLAZE BOXES, aces right?), edible Dark Marks, fever fudges, puking pastilles, and our NEWEST love potions! The rest is all gone. We're almost completely cleared out!
[Hexed to Snape]
What did you make of our Skiving Snackboxes? Like it? |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:25 am] |
I've said it before in jest, but right now I mean it. Mum is going bonkers.
I can't go home without her guilting me into scoffing down food enough for three and staying the night. And by night, I mean weeks.
The guilt. You lot don't know what it's like.
If George and I could merchandise it, we'd be filthy stinking rich. Speaking of which! We're looking for investors. Best queue up before it's too late and you spend the rest of your days ruing the day you missed an opportunity such as this, lads (and ladies - we don't discriminate).
( GEORGE YOU BETTER READ THIS ) |
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|04:55 pm] |
Private to Weasleys
I don't know where George is. He's not with me and he's not back at Hogwarts like he said he was.
Before one of you tosspots asks: no. This isn't a bleeding joke. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|11:51 pm] |
( Scribbles that only George can read )
Private to Amelia Bones
All right, you're the go-to gel for law questions and I have two for you. First, are they going to try to force me and George to return to Hogwarts? We're of age - that means they can't cart our parents off to Azkaban, yeah?
Second, how might George and I going about procuring a business permit? |
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[Apr. 9th, 2009|09:40 pm] |
Hexed from Umbridge's cronies, minions, sympathizers, et all
JUST TO CLARIFY: In case you're oblivious or missed our SPECTACULAR exit, George and I are DONE with Hogwarts. Kapeesh? Kapoosh.
I know some of you are asking yourselves, "but why, Fred? There's only two more months to go! Surely you can wait two months?"
The answer is no, I cannot.
Why should I waste my time? We know what we want to do and we don't need any NEWTs to do it. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2009|03:42 pm] |
PROFUSE thanks are in order I say
for all the happy birthday wishes the other day
the chickens were quite a treat
I can't stop the limericks with my feet
But I like Flitwick's colourful hair display!
( Weasleys )
( Angelina )
( Alicia ) |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|06:30 pm] |
Methinks it's time things started being less dreary and rotten for everyone.
It is almost my birthday!
( George ) |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|12:52 am] |
Back the feck up Ouch. Quite a flogging young Malfoy took from his cousin. Merlin knows I want to stuff cotton in George's cheeks sometimes when he prattles on, but I would never use an Unforgivable to shut him up.
Poor lad.
[George]
If Lestrange gets away with this with a slap on the wrist, why should we restrain ourselves?
Also, beware. Something's wrong with Spinnet. She's gone bonkers. Or something. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2009|07:47 pm] |
They grow up so fast! I remember it like it was only yesterday I was tucking ickle Ronniekins into bed with Mr Heffalumps --
Or was it yesterday?
( Ron ) |
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[Feb. 21st, 2009|09:42 pm] |
Babies: too expensive.
Fred: priceless. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
OI, GEORGIE BOY! They're ready, blue squirrel. The purple falcon has landed. Report to HQ, roger?
Over and out. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2009|12:23 am] |
MISSING PERSON
George 'Rhymes with Orange' Weasley
Description: Think Fred Weasley, tall, dark and handsome, but without the height or the looks, just the dimness. Beware of freckles. Lot of freckles. Be on the lookout for red hair (on his head, mind you). Oh, and eyeliner because apparently it makes your eyeballs pop out of their sockets. There may or may not be pink and/or frilly accessories involved.
Reward: I'm offering a non-exchangeable, non-returnable, extraordinary surprise for a limited time only.
Thanks very much.
Oh, and if you're reading this, Mum, Dad? Don't panic. |
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