Seven is the number of children my parents had. I am one of them of course. Seven children! I don’t know how they kept sane, having seven of us. The oldest of us is Bill. He was a big hotshot when he attended Hogwarts, now he’s a curse-breaker for the wizard bank, Gringott’s. Charlie came next. Charlie always had a knack for Magical Creature’s, now he works in Romania with Dragon’s. Percy came next. Percy has always been a git. He’s a stuck up prefect, big head boy, and all of that. He works at the Ministry now. That’s all I’m going to say about him. Then came George and I. Our parents love us, even though I know we can be a pain, but they know we love them. We love our siblings too, its just so much fun to annoy them. After George and I came Ron. Ron was so much fun to terrorize, especially when we were little. We got in some much trouble with Mom and Dad for stuff we pulled on him. Then came the baby, and our only sister, Ginny. Ginny’s kind of great, actually. It was fun having a little sister. She wasn’t as gullible as Ron, so that wasn’t much fun. We were kind of mean to her though, and never let her play Quidditch with us. Come to find out, she’s better at Quidditch than all of the boy’s in our family combined. Anyway, that’s us. The Seven Weasley kids.

Currently, I am listening to news on the wireless, and I’m not sure why considering none of it is true! The Ministry of Magic has no idea what they are talking about. The Dark Lord is back, and they just need to get that into their puny little brains. They won’t believe he’s back until it’s too late. Hopefully, it won’t come to that. Hopefully they’ll see the trouble we are in before it gets too far. Harry has been doing a fantastic job teaching a select group of us in school how to defend ourselves from what’s out there, considering toad face isn’t teaching us anything at all. I think I am going to stop listening to the wireless in the common room. It’s not like there is going to be any good news on it. Sometimes, I am afraid of what is going to be said next when I listen to it, hoping that no one I love has been harmed.

Most of the jokes that I pull are physical ones, not the ones that you tell. My twin and I own a joke shop, so of course we enjoy jokes. George and I usually do make the occasional, well okay, we make a lot of snarky and clever comments. We have told a few jokes in our time as well. I am sure I can dig up a joke somewhere. Hmm, ah, here it is. This one is about a wizard working in a muggle factory, it’s usually the other way around, but that’s beside the point anyway, here it is. There's this Wizard who worked in a factory. Everything was satisfactory except that miscreants, taking advantage of his good nature, would steal his parking spot. This continued until he put up the following sign: "This parking space belongs to the Wizard. ... Violators will be toad." Okay, I know, not the funniest joke in the world, but it is amusing. Its rather sad that one of the funniest jokers that ever attended Hogwarts can’t come up with a better one at this time. Maybe I’ll tell more later!

Shockingly, no! After all the pranks my brother and I have pulled, you would think that we would have been arrested, or at least warned by the ministry of magic, but it has yet to happen, and hopefully never will. The wizard jail, Azkaban, is not a place that you want to go. Anyway, you only go to Azkaban if you do something really bad, like using an unforgivable curse, or killing someone. I would never do that (unless I had just cause, for example, if someone killed someone I cared about deeply). The pranks George and I play are harmless, well, practically harmless our pranks don’t hurt anybody, well… some of them can, but no one would get seriously injured or anything. Nothing that would put me in jail. I am sure a few of my teachers (especially toad face) would have LOVED to have my brother and I arrested, but we got out of Hogwarts before she even had the chance.

What comes back to haunt me? Really, I have been quite lucky I suppose. I can’t think of anything in particular. I suppose some of the pranks my brother and I have played have backfired. Some of the products we have made have ended up backfiring on us as well, but they have not exactly come back to haunt us. As I said, I have been extremely fortunate. I really cannot believe, with all the problems I have caused that nothing has actually come back to haunt me, I really can’t think of one particular occasion where this has come to pass. Well, at Hogwarts, I have gotten in trouble, but it’s never really come back to haunt me… hmm. Absolutely nothing comes to mind. I have asked George, and he cannot think of anything either. Well, I suppose that answers the question…nothing! Now that I’ve said that… something will come back to haunt me.

What makes me cry, huh? Well, I’m known as a prankster at school, and no one (except for my family of course) has ever seen me cry. Not many things make me cry, but the things that do involve my family. People make fun of my family all the time because we are poor. So? Who cares! We manage. I have been angered by people who make fun of my family to tears, but of course, I don’t let it show to others. I don’t want to give them a reason to make more fun. I don’t cry often, probably because I try to make everything a joke, even when I shouldn’t probably. To me, life’s too short to cry about things. I try to enjoy everything as it comes. So, as I said not many things make me cry, perhaps I’m too insensitive. I cry when I need too. Let’s leave it at that.

My brother George and I are selling products that we have made. We are working on starting our own joke shop (we’re thinking of calling it ‘Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes’ or something along those lines) and we have been working on products. We are currently working on something we call ‘Skiving Snackboxes’. They can be used to get you out of class. We have made things like ‘Fever Fudge’ and ‘Nosebleed Nougat’. We haven’t exactly perfected them yet, but there are lots of first years at Hogwart’s willing to try products out so we can perfect the dosages for the sweets in the snackboxes. We pay the applicants, of course, but tell them that we cannot be held responsible for what happens because they accepted to test them out at their own risk. We have perfected a product called ‘Extendable Ears’. These are for eavesdropping, and can be quite useful. My brother and use them a lot and you can get a lot of good information by using them. George and I have sold quite a bit of those already. We are working on new things everyday. We can’t wait to open our shop and show the rest of the wizarding world what we have for sale.

My favourite sport is the best sport that we have in the wizarding world. QUIDDITCH. Quidditch is beyond awesome. It’s played on broomsticks. In Quidditch there are 7 players on each team (2 teams play at a time) and 3 balls used. The object of the game is to fly the quaffle (the main ball used in Quidditch) avoiding bludgers (which are other balls, purposefully made to hit you), other players, and to throw it through one of the three hoops that are located at both ends of the pitch. The game ends when the golden snitch is caught (which is the third ball). There are three chasers on each team. The chasers handle the quaffle and score the points. Then there are two beaters. The beaters take care of the bludgers by hitting them towards the other team’s players with a bat. Then there is the keeper. The keeper guards the goal hoops and blocks shots that the other team tries to make. Then there is the seeker. The seeker’s main goal is to spot the golden snitch and to grab it. The golden snitch is a tiny golden ball with wings that flies around and it’s lightening fast, well, almost. The golden snitch is worth 150 points. The game ends when the snitch is caught, and usually the team whose seeker catches the snitch wins, but there have been occasions where the other team has won because their chasers are that good. At Hogwarts, I play on my house’s team. My brother George and I are the team’s Beaters. It’s loads of fun. George and I have the best time with it. It’s a sad thing that Muggle’s don’t know anything about it because Quidditch is the best!

My name is Fred. Good and Simple. I suppose I'm named after some family member or the like, but I'm just Fred. Not Frederick. I'm Fred, and my twin is George. I've asked my mum and dad about my name before, and they said they just liked it, and I'm sold on it. I think my mum and dad like simple names. In my family there's Arthur, Molly (well, they had no control over their name’s I suppose), Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred (being me), George, Ron (Ronald), and Ginny (Ginevra). Well, looks like my little sister's got the most complicated name out of our lot, but I think our names fit us.
Especially my twin’s name and mine. I have a nickname too. Gred is my nickname, and Forge is George’s. Sometimes George and I joke that we should be named Gred and Forge cause mum gets confused and call us that sometimes. We also like to switch places on her. We confuse our mum, but we love here. Anyway, I suppose that’s the origin of my name. My mum and dad just liked it!