George Weasley's Journal

Right. I'll hand it to you, Bill. Or Charlie. Or Ron or whoever this was. It's a good bit of pranking. Bloody great boat in the middle of nowhere. Lovely. So it's a general hex around the room, and then something in my tea last night. That's it, right? You'd've had to knock me out because I know none of you could sneak around me with those clumsy massive Weasley feet of yours.

Then again, I also know none of you can match me for brilliance. And this would be a brilliant bit of magic. So...so you dosed me with sleeping draught and put me on a real boat, didn't you?

Bloody hell. When you said I should get out more you didn't say 'or else we'll haul your sleeping arse on holiday against your will'.

Look. It was a nice idea and all, but I want to go home. I want to be in my flat, not here. Okay? So come get me off this tub and I'll be nice enough not to hex you all purple. Permanently.