Order only: private message to Charlie Weasley

[alt_fred]

Surely you've caught up on your beauty sleep by now?

George and me'd like to stop by to see you sometime today, whenever you can fit us in around your nap schedule. You mustn't worry about the necessity of primping to see us. We've given you time that you asked for, but c'mon, Charlie.

We're family.

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[alt_charlie]

Look. I'm sorry that I don't want visitors but I don't really want visitors. I'm exhausted and I'm in a lot of pain and they're still regrowing five or six bones a day which is agonizing and every time someone comes to see me they either cry on me or look at me like I'm a pitiful wreck and I can't fucking deal right now and I don't know when I will be able to.

Fuck a monkey's eyeball quill what do you have against ducking commas you kneazle-wedging load of ass-cramming I SAID FUCKING NOT DUCKING Merlin's balls I'm going to set this thing on fire.

Ginny asked to see me yesterday and we spent an hour or so and it's what she needed but it was fucking exhausting. And they're up to doing my right knee today and they warned me it was going to be even more excruciating than the ankle and that was bad enough they had to put me under with Living Death for it. So I think I'll fucking pass on the company.

[alt_fred]

All right, Charlie. We're sorry you're in pain. We're sorry you're exhausted. If it helps, we weren't particularly planning on weeping all over you at all, but we had hoped to lift your spirits. A visit for the benefit of you, not us. But if you're convinced it wouldn't be a benefit, but instead a pain in the arse, okay then.

Glad you got to see Gin, which is more than we've managed to do.

(Bet we could charm you a less frustrating Dicta-quill. Would that help? Is there any other way we can help? Books? Peeled grapes? A magical back scratcher? Bet Mum would make you some of her shortbread, if you like.)

[alt_charlie]

If you can get me a Dicta-Quill that's less ducking annoying and actually knows what commas are that would be wonderful I swear I spend half the time fighting with this piece of ship.

F U C K I N G.   S H I T. Oh my sodding centaur knickers I give up.

And look. I'm sorry. I don't mean to snap at you but I told Ginny yesterday I'm like a dragon gets when its injured. They find a cave somewhere and hide in it and snarl at anyone who gets too close. I just want this part to be fucking over already so I can stop spending eight hours a day having the Healers torture me for my own fucking good and get on with figuring out whether or not I'm going to be able to walk on the other end of this or if I should start learning how to leviosa myself where I need to go.

Books. Books would be good. If you can charm them to read themselves so I don't have to leviosa those over my head to read them. The grapes and the shortbread are out I'm afraid. Not supposed to have anything the Healers don't give me right now. I miss real food so fucking much.