I, George Weasley, of equally sound body and probably sounder mind than Fred, all things considered, have good news. The Merfolk and I have decided to just be good friends. Penpals, maybe. Actually - do they have pens? Mental note: quills that write underwater and in other unusual conditions. Which means you get me back. In any case, looks like this journal has finally decided to behave itself and let me write in it without exploding something nearby. Yes, I could have just used one of the other journals that we made without any problems, but (a) exploding things is my fourth favourite hobby and (b) nothing and nobody gets the better of George Weasley for long. I recommend you remember that, as things can get messy otherwise. Although, it will give everyone else a laugh if things get messy, so go ahead. They say laughter is the best medicine, although surprisingly few people who are pranked by us spontaneously recover through the power of laughter. Funny that.
For more dire warnings, see Fred's journal. He talks sense, that man. Except when he doesn't, which is a lot of the time. Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? You know you'd hate a dull life.
I am often asked how people can tell Fred and I apart. I don't see why you'd ever need to, but there are three circumstances where it is theoretically possible. First, if someone is flirting with Angelina, it's Fred. Secondly, on Christmas Day, our jumpers will either say 'F' or 'G', although I can't guarantee we'll be wearing the right one. Thirdly, these marvelous journals are handily marked with our names. We're too kind to you, really. Especially considering the bargainous price we're selling them at. If you're looking for a way to show your gratitude, just let me know and I'm sure we can find you some work to do. You get paid to eat sweets - now that can't be bad, can it?