This section of Draco's Quill is dedicated to bashing the
Weasleys. I'll start. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org,
if you have anything to add.
What a tool. He works for the Ministry but makes no money.
He actually protects Muggles. What a waste of time, when
my dad's just going to kill them all, eventually. And my
God, has he never heard of a Hair Growth Charm? That shiny
spot on his head is revolting, the world shouldn't be exposed
to more of his pasty flesh than it already is.
The cow responsible for breeding and feeding up the most
pathetic team of snotnosed brats Hogwarts has ever seen.
Someone should shoot that woman before she gives birth again.
I don't know him. But he needs a haircut. Sissy.
Anyone who works that closely with dragons is mentally
challenged. Of course, I am not surprised.
The only thing more unattractive than a Weasley is a Weasley
wearing horn-rimmed glasses.
FRED AND GEORGE
May they rest. I don't particularly care if it's in peace.
I didn't know it was possible for someone to be stupider
than Crabbe and Goyle put together, or uglier than the son
of a hag and a warlock. Until I met Weasley in person, that
big-eared, flat-footed, sycophantic oaf. Now I know my father's
right about all of them. And it's only a matter of time
before his Mudblood bride goes barefoot and starts dropping
children left and right, just like his fat mother. Unless
they die first. I live in hope.
Potter loving, imbecilic, sniveling, whinging, naïve,
freckled little ginger-headed waste of space. Lord, how
I hate her.
Stop that ridiculous smirking. I'll hex you. I swear.