Ron Weasley

Hey, mate. Hope you've got your book and hear the notificio.

Need your help in the secret room. ASAP.

Can you get here? We've got a bit of a situation.

That was totally awesome, mate! Just brilliant with your broom and all. And you were the best one by far.

I mean, Diggory was just sort of darting around this way and that, and then he got an idea. Kind of a weird one, cause she knocked this great rock at him that almost hit him, but then he Transfigured it into a dog, and he was trying to distract her, I guess, and anywiz, it pretty much worked and he got the egg, but the dragon must've cottoned on to what he was about cause she swung round and nearly roasted him. We all thought he was done for, and really he only just got away. And then that Delacour tried bewitching hers, I guess. She used some sort of charm I'd never seen before that shot violet mist at the dragon and it went all sort of sleepy and then dropped off completely. So that was sort of brilliant, only then it snored and totally set her robes on fire! I mean, she put them out right away and I don't think she even got hurt, only she looked totally petrified. And then Krum came out. He was the best yet, though you were totally better. I mean Krum didn't even think about calling his broom. That was bloody brilliant, mate! Anywiz, he did this thing where he hexed his dragon's eyes with some sort of goopy stuff that made it blind. Only it also made it seriously cross! And it was tromping this way and that way, and it smashed a bunch of its own eggs. And, y'know, that wasn't supposed to happen so they docked him points.

But you were amazing! Totally.

And, yeah. I don't think anybody thinks the tournament's rigged to make you win now. That took really serious skill, what you did. And you were the best of all of them.

Good show!

Say.

Know you're busy and all with the task coming up, but I've just found out something, and I think it might be important for you to hear. So, um. Maybe tomorrow we could get together between lessons or after lunch or something, yeah?

So, yeah.

I thought it was really stupe this morning when we got the owl with the tickets and all. And Dad read the whole article out to us about the Cup.

But, d'you know what? Our seats are in level nine and a half. Like what's that even about? And then we've been reading where everyone else'll be sitting. And it turns out we're a half level above Corner's family, and the twins reckon that means we're in this section that's half a level below the main section for purebloods and half a level above the top of the section that's for halfbloods. Like it's the worst seats they could give Dad and not stick him with the halfbloods.

I mean, sorry, Sally Anne, but y'know what I mean.

And Dad. He seems really, I dunno. Not upset. He wouldn't let us see that if he was. But, well. I think he's worried what it means. Anywiz, he had to go in to work today, and he said he's going to be working loads of extra hours straight up to the Cup because there're work crews that his Department has to process, who're doing last minute stuff at the stadium. And that's why he's been so tired and busy since I've been home. I mean, I've hardly seen him at all, and I guess he's known about the Cup a long time, only he couldn't say anything because it was super secret and all.

But wouldn't you think that people who work at the Ministry and are making it all happen behind the scenes would get decent seats?

I mean, I knew we wouldn't have anything like the seats Harry and you'll have, Sally Anne. And Pans, you'll have good seats, too, I reckon. Cause you will.

But section nine and a half?

That's just-

It's just wrong.

For Christmas!

And Mum's cooking. I mean, here at school you don't ever wake up because you're smelling breakfast cooking, do you? Or know it's time to come in for lunch because you can hear Mum banging pots about in the kitchen. And you don't start thinking about supper at half-four because you can already smell the roast cooking.

And none of it will be transfigured!

It's been a while since I've been home for Christmas, too. So I can't wait to see all the decorations: the garland and the candles, and Mum sticks cloves into apples--and oranges, too, if she can get any--and that makes everything smell great!

I hope they haven't brought in the pine boughs yet for over the doors. I remember going with Bill and Charlie when I was still pretty small and helping them pull the branches back home.

And Mum'll be humming carols all the time. And there'll be sweets for tea time.

I don't know how much snow there's been at home, but one year we got great gobs of it over the hols, and when Charlie came home from school, we made a giant snow fortress, and the twins made a cannon and shot snow balls at Percy and Ginny when they came out to see what we were up to!!!

And there'll be pie. And Mum's jam. And toast soldiers with our eggs.

So, yeah. I can't even wait!

I meant what I said.

Just in case you thought I wasn't serious.

The heck?

What is up with that bludger?!!! It was doing that earlier, too.

Yeah, okay. I'm all right.

Just. I needed to get out of here last night. It's good you ate the stuff. I told you to, right? (You didn't have to leave me a note.) Anywiz, let's not talk about it at breakfast, okay? I'll see you there, then.


Hey, Marvolo! It was wicked meeting your snake last night! And, I dunno. I'd never really thought of stuff that way. Just, yeah.

You're getting better at chess, mate. We'll have to play again! Maybe Friday afternoon? If it's still chuckin it down outside, yeah?

I might be the only person in history to get detention before the term even properly starts. (Not that I'm proud of that or anything, Mum.)

But there's all this mad stuff going round about what we did and why we did it, so I just wanted to set things straight. Harry Marvolo couldn't come to school on the train because someone hexed the barrier to the platform. Which is pretty ironic since they only put it back up last year when Harry started Hogwarts. I guess it was part of the old secrecy thing back, well, before, y'know. And then they took it down once wizards started to use the whole station and everything, but they put it back up--the barrier--last year to help keep Harry Marvolo safe from all the mad nutters who are always trying to touch him and give him stuff and, of course, from the ones who keep trying to attack him.

So, anywiz. We couldn't get through the barrier 'cause someone must have hexed it. And everyone else had already gone through ahead of us while we were there talking, so when we couldn't get through--and I mean we couldn't get through!!--we thought probably nobody could get back to help us, either. And the spell was a really rough one, too, so we thought that someone was trying to kidnap Harry or kill him or something, and anyway, it was time that the train should already have gone, so we did the only thing we could think of. We'd just been talking about how my dad charmed his car to fly and how wizard it was, and we'd just driven to the station in that car (on the roads, actually, because Mum didn't trust the spells, and anyway she said we absolutely couldn't fly to the station no matter how late we were running). It was just dead obvious: we needed to get out of there fast so nobody could kill Harry ... and there was the car!

So, yeah. We flew to school. We could see the train down there below us. That's how we knew which way to go, but I guess none of you looked out the window and saw us. (Funnily enough, I guess we made the paper because some people in London and other places did look up and see us flying along!)

And, yeah, we did crash the car into the Whomping Willow, and that's why I've got to do detention... to help Professor Sprout set the broken limbs on the tree. So if I don't live until tomorrow, it was nice knowing you all. And if I do live: Seamus or Nev, would you bring me back an extra helping of whatever they're serving for pudding tonight? I bet I'll be starving by the time we're finished!

Gotta run so I'm not late for afternoon lessons...

Well.

That was exciting.

Hey, mate. Happy Birthday. I'm late, I know. Sorry. I tried sending an owl, but it came back tonight with the letter unopened, so I guess you didn't get it. Mum wouldn't let me send you any chocs, 'cause she said you get so many gifts from people you don't even know that the parcel room at Buckingham is probably just buried under a mountain of packages. Maybe that's why the owl didn't make it to you?

Anyway, I guess I'll see you this week, yeah? It's going to be wizard, I think! (In fact, it might be even better than I'd thought--I think maybe my parents aren't going to let Percy come along. He's in a huge amount of trouble right now, so I think maybe they're going to make him stay home. Which would be completely wizard since it was going to be dead awful to have him there shouting at me all the time.)

Hope you had a good birthday and all. See you soon!