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[feorge]

"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

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[feorge]

[ Fred's tired and worn by the time he enters his room for the first time - in a month, apparently - and finds the letter. At first, he almost wonders if Gin's just being silly, so he flops down onto the bed and Levitates the letter above him to read it. It's bloody odd and makes no sense to begin with (Weasleys don't apologise like this, not ever), but then he gets to the second bit and surprise breaks the spell, letting the paper fall on top of him. He scrambles to sit up and read it from the beginning again, studying every word, every letter.

It's Ginny, but it's not Ginny - not yet. Not yet, but it will be, and they'll be happy and proper, the way things should be. Should've been. He reads through it two or three more times before quietly folding it away in the inside pocket of his favourite coat where he can always find it when he needs to remember.

'Things are alright. I love you.' ]