"Wha --... What in the name of Merlin’s effing flowerpot decorated, maggoty old g-thongs! Just... just no! No! They just can't--! I'mmean, they can't do that!"
Fred flung himself up into sitting position and snatched the paper out of his brother's hands, eyes skimming the letters so fast he missed half of the meaning behind them, but it didn't really matter. Everything George had said was there, even if he didn't want to see it. The Ministry had always been a bunch of fools in suits, but now they'd finally done it! Seriously, the people they'd set free... They were evil. Everyone knew that!