The Queen of Vipers || Fred Weasley

III.XVI

Nov. 2

Rapier

I don't want time. I didn't mean any of it. I wasn't thinking straight. 

I'm sorry.

Viper

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Nov. 3

viper

so we're just wasting perfectly good pieces of parchment to write things we already know now, huh? and as a peace offering you're giving me a romance novel? or so i'm assuming with a title like "the princess bride". do you secretly hate me or what is it?

i'll read it though, as my peace offering to you. because i shouldn't have let you go yesterday. especially when we regretted it almost immediately. we need to stop doing that. damn waste of energy if you ask me.

rapier

Rapier

I don't have many books left, you know, but don't write this one off just yet, it's different from the others, but you'll enjoy it. Trust me.

And you're right, I did immediately regret it... I went back for you, but you'd already left. I don't blame you, it was freezing. And I was an ass on top of that.

I heard about the quidditch ban. I'm sorry about that too.

If it's any consolation, it's been hard to understand any of Malfoy's gloating on the matter with the lisp from that fat lip George gave him (tell him well done from me). She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is repulsive. I look forward to the day you knock her off that pedestal she's put herself on.

And before you ask, that's both a premonition and a promise.

Viper

P.S. What happened to Hagrid's face? He looks like he lost a fight to the Whomping Willow. Or something just as large.

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Nov. 4

viper

godric, do i love when you talk dirty to me. don't worry about the ban. it frees us up to come up with something (or things) really spectacular to —as you so perfectly put it— knock someone off her pedestal. though without quidditch practice i worry i'll lose my figure, and we both know that'd be a real tragedy.

rapier

p.s. lost a fight looks about right. the golden trio won't spill. and we know they know. the little gits. perhaps for our next product we should experiment with veritaserum.

Rapier

Absolutely not. Unless you want your joke shop shut down before you ever open, I'd let that idea die a shift death. For that alone (and because it's a horrible idea) I. Forbid. It.

And that would be grievous if you lost that figure of yours. We both know how much the ladies love it. And more importantly how much you love when they oogle at you in the halls (and you call me vain). I'm sure you'll find some way to maintain it somehow.

On another topic, I may have stayed out in the cold for too long the other day... I think I may be coming down with something. If I still feel achy tomorrow morning I'll take myself to Madam Pomfrey, so don't leave another note unless you see me around.

Viper

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Nov. 10

viper