one.

[[Private]]

Fred,

You were right, of course. Those charms were sliding through the cloak instead of staying with it. With a little tweaking, I was finally able to weave the spell into the stitches of the fabric, to make the spell a part of the cloak itself instead of simply casting the spell onto it. It was beautiful, mate, the entire thing glowed blue and sparkled as the glow faded into the fabric. I nearly ran upstairs to show Verity before I remembered I couldn't. No one can see it, not until I'm sure it's done. Besides, I can't tell anyone about the lab. I trust her, sure, but no one can know about the lab. The fewer people who know, the less chance there is for someone to find out about it. And if I'm the only one who knows, it's absolutely a secret.

The map is driving me mental, though. I think I'm going to have to pay a visit to Number 12 and have a chat with Remus. He's the only one who could possibly help me with this. Besides, it's been ages since I've been to see Mum.

I miss you, Forge. I'm sorry.

George

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[[Private to Remus]]

Professor,

I was wondering if I could ask for your help with something. Even with the hexes, I don't feel safe discussing it here. Might I join you for tea sometime this week? I think I might be on to something, but I need a professional opinion.

George

[[/Private]]


[[Hexed Private to Order Members/Supporters/Residents of Number 12]]

Chilly today. Not many customers. It must be the cold. Or the fact that the Ministry's come in for a surprise inspection of the shop. Just to make sure "standards are met." We can't have quality slipping in the middle of a war, you know. And of course, they had to take samples for their experiments. Of course! So now we're out 47 Galleons and all of the customers are too afraid to come into the shop.

Might as well close up for the day. Bloody ridiculous.

[[/Private]]