Letters to Fred [CURRENTLY OPEN TO REQUESTS]

Oliver Wood

Hi, Fred.

It just occurred to me that I've probably never said that to you.

I could never get it right when trying to work out which one of you was Fred and which was George, so anytime I have addressed you was must likely either the wrong name or just "Weasley".

Sorry about that. If it were me, I'd get sick and tired of never being addressed by my own name, even when being called over by people who are supposed be family or friends.

I may have seemed like nothing more than a Quidditch-obsessed maniac who would cared more for the cup than for the team.

In truth, the first half was right. I just didn't know how to show my team the support they needed.

You were a good person, Fred Weasley.

Good, intelligent and more than a match for the bludgers you played against.

Sometimes, you don't appreciate someone until they're gone. You don't realise that even though at the time they seemed as though they were just messing around, they were actually also creating good memories for other people.

You don't appreciate the things they do, or the outcome of their actions.

I heard all about the sweets you made for your skiving snackboxes, and how it was a real pain during practice because of the boils.

Yet you endured that pain so that others could escape that toad-lady (I've heard all about her, too).

What I'm trying to say is - actually, I don't know what I'm trying to say.

Thank you, I guess.

You were a great player, and the team wouldn't've been the same without you.

I think there's more than just a handful of people who won't be the same without you.

- Oliver Wood