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Private Message to Macmillan and Smith

Good show. It was loads of fun last night.

That's a nift set of Snap cards, yeah?

My robes kind of reek of that cigar, though, today. I thought it'd've faded overnight, but they're still pretty musty now.

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Private Message to Mum and Dad, er, to Molly and Arthur Weasley

Hiya.

I think you maybe know about me getting hexed Tuesday

I'm all right now, though

but I don't know if you've heard what the hex made me say

did Percy tell you? or Ginny? They're not really saying much to me right now. Well, Ginny said I shouldn't go and do anything to get them back, but I mean, she didn't tell me if she wrote you anything about it.

It was

I feel really bad about it, Mum. I mean, I don't exactly like being poor, but I don't anyway want to be like those snooty people--y'know, like Greengrass and Malfoy and Zabini and and Marvolo--who think it's so important how big your house is and how many you have and where you buy your clothes and how much they're worth and all. Or like McMillan and Smith and Brown and the Patils, who want to be just like them. ~~And I know Perc~~

I just

It was really horrible to have to say that over and over again. I mean, I wouldn't've cared about saying I'm an eeejit, cause that's just mean and y'know, whatever. I mean, I'd've been cheesed off still about them hexing me, but it wouldn't've been ~~But making me say my parents~~

I guess I just wanted you to know I'm sorry or

I dunno

that I feel bad about it

and

yeah

just that, I guess.

Ron

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Mum

You said to write, so I am. We made it here just fine and got our tent up. Thomas seems like a good enough chap. Kind of quiet, but then I guess I would be, too, if it were me. Anyway, it's Thomas, me, Seamus, Neville, Macmillan and Moon in the tent, so we're pretty close in there, but that's okay because who wants to spend time inside a tent? Even a nice one. Ours has a pretty wizard lounge, so if it rains a lot, we can probably come in and play Snap.

Dinner was okay. I sorta burnt my meat, but it wasn't that bad. And the potatoes were good. Not as good as last night, though.

So, um, tell Fred and George hey. And Ginny. Tell her that Harry Marvolo did come, so she can stop worrying.

I've got to go. We're practicing juggling some apples we nicked from supper. It's pretty hilarious, actually.