Oi, Forge!
First off, what's with Fred? Are you stupid? You know we're called Gred and Forge, you irritating sod.Good to know about the shop- tell ickle Ronniekins we saw him make out with Prefect Granger. We, meaning the Marauders. Prongs made me an honorary one, you know?
Death isn't bad, you know. It's like living, actually. Your ear's 'ere, too, you know. Not.
Yes, Forge, I'm having fun with Nymphie, Moony, Padfoot and Prongs. And Lily, too. She's a bit like Mum , you know.
Yes, I do miss you. Yes, I think of you every day. But then I'm there, right next to you- right now. You just can't see me, you blind bat.
I'll stop writing now. And I'll kill you if you tell anyone you saw my blubber.
Carry on the tradition, St. Forge. And don't forget to name your firstborn after me- yeah, I know about Angelina too, you little weasel.
Mischief still being managed
Gred.
Edited by bookworm-ALS-- - 10 years ago
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