"dear fred,
it has been a week since the battle of hogwarts. it's been a week since you died. i know you wouldn't want any of us to be sad over you, but truth be told, i don't think any of us are okay.
i can't believe i'm doing this. it's dumb and silly. but luna lovegood told me it'd help the pain. i don't think it's working. i miss you. it's not the same without you.
george hasn't spoken since you've left (i haven't said much either.) he's covered up all the mirrors in the apartment.
by the way, i moved in with george. i couldn't bare staying in our apartment for too long. it's still ours, it's still under our name. i couldn't give it to someone else, not when there's so many memories. but i can't stand being there. it smells like you. everywhere i turn, i'm reminded of you. so i moved in with george. he doesn't mind. he needs the support. we support each other. even though all we do is cry together, i think we're closer than we've ever been.
i wish harry kept the resurrection stone so i could see you again.
love, calla"
