Fred spent a few minutes just staring at Justin's letter, feeling like a bit of a berk that he hadn't given the bloke a second thought this whole time. He was on holiday, though, so that was a good thing, all things considered.
After a conversation with George (which turned into a bit of a brainstorm session about parchments that could change the letters around so the words wouldn't make sense at all), he picked up a quill and wrote a reply.
Justin,
Good to hear from you, old man! Yeah, Ron looks like the arse-end of a demented ghoul. Quite the improvement, I think! Some girl's got to find the pus attractive, right? Anyway, I'll tell him you asked next time I see him. Or at least I'll yell it through the door. Be a shame if my handsome mug was covered in scales, right?
Hope you're enjoying your holiday. When are you coming back? George says he'd love to buy you a pint We'd be happy to take you out for a pint to catch up on old times.