Daddy [George]

[Roxanne Weasley]

Dad,

I can't believe it - you're old. When did you get here? I mean, you're ancient. So, how old do you feel?

Also, what are you and Lee doing today, and how much trouble is it going to get you in with mum and Aunt Lib?

Oh! Did mum tell you I got in trouble with the Head Of Slytherin? Apparently he didn't appreciate being told he needed a haircut.

Remember who owled you on your birthday.

Your good child!

Who still owes you a gift. Promise I'll have one soon!

Love you, old man!

-The good child,

Roxie

[George Weasley]

Roxanne,

If you weren't my dear daughter and if I wasn't deadly afraid of your Mum's wrath you'd be regretting callling me old, little girl. I feel young, thank you very much. If Lee set you up to doing this, I tell you he's dead.

Don't talk about that traitor of a friend of mine; though I should tell you... we might have done some tweaking with the fireworks. If your Mum asks, I didn't say that, alright?

That's my girl; the Head of Slytherin? I'd be careful if I were you, just in case...

Good child? Roxie, is there a reason you're calling yourself that? Are you in trouble of some sort?

~Dad.