"Or DA members, at least," Fred nodded to himself, still grinning as he got out of bed, and started pacing back and forth across the little bedroom in his pajama pants. His brows knit again, as he ran a hand through his hair, before crossing them over his chest as he walked. "Ought to write to Bill, yeah", he muttered. "And maybe Hestia, wasn't she the one who got those Dursley pillocks? Should find some place... Yeah, maybe on the country side. Hm, and maybe some boats or something or... Wonder if Cho Chang would --? But how to... Hm, owls is a no. How about... No, no, most definitely not. Oh! Oh, I've got it!"
He quickly turned to George, excited as one only can be, grinning from ear to ear. "A journal!" he exclaimed, like it solved everything, because quite frankly, it did.