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November 4/5 - it's too dark to tell the difference   
12:47am 20/12/2005
  It's been a long few days. I finally laid eyes upon the girl of my dreams and *snap*, she's taken away from me. The past few nights, thankfully, have been relatively dreamless, which means that I've gotten some really good rest.

I was sitting in the back room "doing inventory" for no reason at all other than to try to stay occupied, when I realised I should just go to bed. I said a meek good night to George and trudged up the staircase. I slipped off my shoes and laid down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like forever.

* * *

The ceiling began to fade away and turned into the night sky. I lie flat on my back in a green meadow, gazing intently at the stars. I feel a sudden light touch on my arm, which causes me to break my gaze and turn my head to the right, and I see that beautiful visage of Amber.

She mentions something about a constellation and points up to the heavens. I continue to look at her, and she laughs and asks why I stare. I tell her I don't need to look up, because all the stars are there in her eyes. She giggles at me and looks away, then tells me I'm a very silly boy.

I ask her what she means, but she doesn't say anything. I roll onto my side and prop my head up with my arm. Draping my free hand over her stomach, my peripheral vision catches the stars reflected on a lake just past a small tree nearby. I look at the lake and suddenly realise that my hand is only touching grass. Amber is nowhere in sight when I look down.

I clamber to my feet and call out her name. Walking forward as though my feet were made of stone, my body enters the lake; the water of the lake is much too warm for this time of year, yet it feels wonderful. I continue walking into the water until it is up to my neck, and I hear Amber's voice from all around me. "Fred... you've got to stop..."		  
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October 30, morning and after   
11:20pm 11/10/2005
 
mood: dirty
I lay down to sleep (finally) on a bed in one of the rooms of our tent/shop. I lie there for what felt like hours, the light from outside peeking in at me as though it thinks the world is still a happy place. I'll show that sun, I will! I'd still be out looking for Amber, through all of London if I had to... if I weren't so... exhausted.

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I feel like I'm still staring at the sun, but it fades away and I see Amber's face above me. She looks so beautiful, as though untouched by the world, the way she was truly meant to be seen. I sit up and wrap my arms around her, still looking at her face. She seems changed, so much more child-like and innocent.

I look over at one of the walls for a moment and notice a mirror, and half expect to see George in it, but see myself and Amber -- as it should be. I keep an arm around her and begin talking to her, nothing that I can actually seem to make sense of, just my usual ramble.

I feel bad for chattering and blush, closing my mouth and looking into her eyes. I lean in, deciding to just go with my gut feelings, and kiss her. Her lips are like satin, and my hand slips to her waist as I deepen the kiss.

Before I know it, things are going way out of control. Neither of us seem to care about being naked in front of the other, and it's nice to not have inhibitions in the way. I lay Amber upon the bed, kissing her neck and shoulder and whispering things that I can't even hear myself saying. Going on pure instinct, I begin to make love to her. I arch my back and look up, catching a glimpse in the mirror...

Wait. That's not me. That's George.. with... Professor McGonagall?! I look down at Amber in horror and see that her skin is wrinkled with age. I look closer at the face and realize there are distinctive resemblances to McGonagall. I pull away from her and look down at my own body. Only it's not mine... it's...		  
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October 29, evening on   
06:52pm 03/10/2005
 
mood: weird
George thinks this Amber girl is part Veela. I'm not so sure. I've been around them before and never felt like I did with this girl. Granted, I've not felt lust for girls before this point, anyway.

But, alas, she has disappeared from OUR shop...


Moments after, though, a few customers stopped in and who would I be if I didn't begrudge them a few minutes to at least glance over the price list. One girl even bought several third legs. I'm not sure what she was thinking, really. Must be a bit daft.

As soon as they leave, I put a closed sign out front, with details on how to order by mail.

"So, George. I know you didn't really like her much, but would you mind helping me look as Snape asked of us?"		  
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October 29, early early early morning   
11:29pm 19/09/2005
 
mood: excited
Ahhh, Hogsmeade.

I had given some definite thought to just putting a portal inside the tent that would allow students to transport to and from our store at Diagon Alley, but decided that we had better just finish up all the packing and head out here. Never know if it'd get them into trouble by them not being in Hogsmeade. After all, we're going to be chaperoning the Halloween Ball, so we definitely want to seem to have the students' best interests at heart. Just wouldn't be as safe these days as it would in years past...

We set the tent up in a clearing off the side of the main road hours before the sun even began to peek up. The boxes were unloaded and set in one of the bedrooms in the back. All our displays were in perfect order. Costume items for girls on the far side, for the boys on the side closest to George's "spot" (since you know, we boys are more likely to try to make off with something). Racks along the middle held what muggles would define as "unisex" items.

George has been tasked with safeguarding the money, and counting back all the change. We changed the prices on some of the items to be rounded numbers to reduce the task of money-changing.

I was in charge of signage. I made one to put on the road, and made sure it stuck into the ground right. It was a sign that had said "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes", but I crossed out the Wizard and wrote COSTUME. Also made sure there was a sign above our door much like it, and a sign next to the door that displayed a flashy "Welcome Hogwarts Students".

George made a list of the inventory with prices and set that on the makeshift counter inside for easy reference.

Since the sun was just barely showing over the horizon, we decided it was a good time to take a bit of a nap before the kids all came and bought us out. At least, that's what I'll dream of.		  
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Oct 28, not that I slept   
10:06pm 17/09/2005
 
mood: excited
I couldn't sleep after George and I spent a few galleons at Leaky Cauldron. I sat up late, scheming of ways to make costume items for the Hogsmeade trip. I sat and watched the sun rise, then went and washed up to go look for the perfect tent.

I was able to find a quaint two-bedroom tent with no problems. The entrance was on the "living room" which we can easily convert to our store area. The kitchen was small, but we probably wouldn't use it much anyway.

I spent a couple of hours looking around Diagon Alley and even ventured over to Knockturn Alley for a bit looking for ideas. I make a few notes on a piece of parchment that I keep stuffing into my pocket. It looks rather wrinkled and the writing is smudged in a few spots, but I'm sure George will be happy to see it later.

Nearing noon, I decide it's time to wake George if he hasn't woken already. I walk into the store and don't hear any motion upstairs. I creep up them and take a peek, only to see George laying on the makeshift bed with a puddle of drool on his pillow. He's still wearing the clothes from last night, and his body almost looks like it's contorted to an unnatural position. Must be comfortable.

I go back downstairs and quietly pack up some of our items, including all the Rainbow Hair Salve I can find, the last of the Fake Wands (thankfully they were already IN a box, otherwise I'd wake George with my laughter!), about 25 assorted False Noses, 14 See Me Talk Teeth, 23 Replica Faerie Wands (charmed with love spells, but shhhh), 15 sets of Flutterby Wings in assorted colors, 12 Sticky Pipes, 5 THE ONE Rings, and a bluebird in a willow tree (for decoration, of course).

Once I've finished, I decide to wake George by apparating upstairs, but find he's already awake.		  
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Oct 27, late afternoon   
10:04am 16/09/2005
 
mood: angry
I finally decide to waltz into the store to help out George. Leisurely walking down Diagon Alley, I come upon our store at 93, and discover that George has closed the shop early today, which is very very odd. I unlock the door and let myself in, and see George sitting behind the counter furiously dictating at a quill which appears to be writing out an invoice.

I stand there with my mouth hanging wide open. The nutter is sending out what looks like most of our inventory! He has boxes upon boxes wrapped and ready to go.

"...fake wands, but we only have 200 in stock at the present time..." he says as he dictates to the quill.

I rush up to him and knock the quill over and stand two inches nose to nose with him and begin to yell, "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?! THERE'S A HOGSMEADE TRIP FOR HOGWARTS IN TWO DAYS... what are we going to sell them, Potion Deux?!"		  
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October 26   
07:17pm 13/09/2005
 
mood: irritated
I can't believe that ignorant twin of mine. I'm back here for a reason! There HAS to be a Hogsmeade weekend coming up for the students there at Hogwarts... what better time to make the trip to sell? Really... And HE thinks he has all the brains behind the business. Piffle!I sit here thinking to myself. After reading George's journal and how he thinks I'm not doing anything worthwhile, well then, he can just keep minding the store.

I start counting fake wands, which is really a hard thing to do without touching them, because see, if I touch them I start to laugh because they're just that funny! But they are in a box and to see what's underneath the top layer, I have to grab them and then... oh, it's just over.

I fall into a stack of boxes laughing and hear George calling my name. Whatever it is, I'm sure he can handle it. Me, on the other hand, I am giving up on these wands. I'll just guesstimate there are about 50 in the box. Sounds good to me. It's nearly closing time, but I don't mind hurrying with the inventory so I can at least secure a tent in Hogsmeade.

Through the curtained-off doorway I can hear George frantically pricing items and hurrying with the last few customers. I was never much one for arithmetic anyway, unless it was to count my own money. George is much better at counting back change... I'm just... just fine to be back here with the smell of fresh cardboard and wooden crates... and all our money-to-be.

Ron or Ginny should be able to tell me when they are able to go to Hogsmeade... I'll just write to Ron and see if he gives me a timely answer. Hmm.. Ron... Timely? Maybe I should write Ginny instead. But then would Ron get upset that I wrote her and not him? I suppose I'll just write them both

I sit down and write a couple of notes while George finishes closing out front. I send them both on their way via an owl out the back door before I slip into a small crevice between a crate of Ton-Tongue Toffees and a stack of boxed Love Potions, eager to continue planning for Hogsmeade and not being bothered by George this evening.

( Owl to Ron )

( Owl to Ginny )		  
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