I wish there were some way for her spell to backfire and for her to regret using it... or for her to at least think that it's backfired. Like if you all became so happy and chummy that you started singing "For Weasleys! Tow Row Row..." everywhere you went, while brandishing septres and banners.

Goodness, Monday seems far away. I know that it's not, but it seems so. I suppose I've gotten quite used to spending time with you, is what it is.

I'll be walking down soon, but I - oh, I might as well say it: it really won't be the same without you!

See you soon, I hope.