Gred & Forge's Journal, Dear Diary... Options

[evlpez]

Dear Diary,

Today is our 9th birthday. Fred and I wanted some fireworks for our birthday, but Mom doesn't think it's a good idea. She gave us a journal and some quills and ink instead.

Maybe it's because she knows what we did with the ones we stole from under Charlie's bed a couple of months ago. - F

No way. She doesn't know - or she would have congratulated us for what it did to that gnome hole by the shed.

She might have if those gnomes hadn't dug two more closer to the house. We'll have to try that one again. - F

I agree. Next time, twice as many.

Agreed. You know, I like this journal idea. What a good way to keep track of our experiments, accomplishments and notes on our ... not so good results. -F

Right. Why didn't we start this a couple of years ago?

You couldn't write in cursive a couple of years ago. - F

Thanks for recording that.

That's all for today, Diary. Happy Birthday to us.
George
and Fred

[lupinsmyman]

You know boys, I have been sitting here for almost three months now. I feel unused and unwanted. If you cannot take time out of your busy summer schedule to write in me I will just have to make sure that you DON'T use me ANYMORE.

Fred: IUFD FGJ;GRIOjfjfie0-2e9fjdf

George: 1**Urggr:!!%

Gordon: HA! Are you sorry for your horrible actions?

Greoged:HRE

Gordon: Fine I shall lift my language curse.


Fred: Thank you!

George: Yes that was rather annoying. I think you've been soaking up too much of our ink, pulling a prank like that.

Fred: By the way, how did you do that?

Gordon: I don't really know. Another journal named Tom told me. Now be off with you before I show what else I have hidden in my pages.

[Aureola]

Hello Gordey, we've come to tell you something new. You've been making bad acquaintances. Your friend Tom recently died while trying to kill our sister.

How tragic! -Gordon

No, not at all. Rather sinister. Is this your way of revenging yourself upon us? -F

That's pathetic.

Agreed. -F

I would do anything to get rid of you dim-witted little creatures. -Gordon

Hey, who are you calling dim-witted here?! Hypocrite!

Dear Gordon, I'm sad to inform you that George has recently taken on to stealing big words from Percy. -F

Shut up. Anyhow, Fred has recently had the brilliant idea of sneaking into Ginny's room and reading in her journal diary.

It was a brilliant idea - in theory. You just shouldn't have been so loud while we were coming back down the stairs. -F

It was you who actually told her where we were coming from!

Aah, you know I can't lie to her face! She makes me feel so... -F

Guilty?

I'm ashamed. -F

I didn't know you had any scruples hidden in your twisted mind.

Good one. Don't insult me. -F

Anyway, now we are banned to our room for a whole 3 days! GOOD JOB, FRED!

Oh God. Someone - shoot me. Wait that won't work. Someone - Burn me.

You wish. Well, why do we need to go outside to think of some new wicked plans anyway? -F

Good point. Let's get to work.

Georgeina Ballerina!

and Fred - the empty threat.

Lame.

[Harry Riddle]

3rd year at Hogwarts -F

We dropped 2 dungbombs -G

...Disgusting -Gordon

And 3 troll-feet-stink-pellets –F

How do you stand it? –Gordon

We don’t know –G

But the do smell –F