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"Here is Gone" - GooGooDolls |
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Today is my birthday. I suppose I'll attempt to make the best of it.
Mum sent me loads of Chocolate frogs for some odd reason. I think she still thinks I'm too skinny for my own good. Fred and George thought it was hysterical to send me a howler on my birthday; so when I opened the steaming letter all you heard was their two BOOMING voices rattling the building with their birthday wishes to me.
And those bloody gits called me 'Ronnikins'. I swear I could kill them.
Really now, all I really would want for my 18th birthday would be just to spend time with Hermione and Harry, possibly even take Fred and George's route to Hogsmeade later and fool around in Zonko's. You know, like old times. I just hope they're up to it.
Presents? I could care less. (Even though Hermione, naked, without interruption would be a splendid present if I do say so myself!)
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