#o;greyface

The anonymous words written before him made his blood boil. Arthur Weasley was not one who was quick to anger. In fact, it took a lot for he seventeen year old to get mad. People’s old fashioned and bigoted views, however… 

While I pride myself on being open to everyone’s beliefs and views, I find yours outdated and, frankly, dimwitted. Therefore, I will not regard your with the same respect I give everyone else. It’s 1977, read a book, watch some telly-vision, and educate yourself. Just look at where all that negativity got that Riddle fellow. (The answer is not very far - just in case you were wondering). 

Sincerely,Arthur H. Weasley

Arthur almost choked on the breakfast he was currently shoving down hi throat at alarming speeds. The owl had taken him by surprise when it landed on the table, right in front of his plate, Taking the letter from it’s tendons, Arthur gave it a fond ruffle as he opened the note with his free hand. Upon gazing down at the three words, Arthur turned an unflattering shade of red - clashing with his hair something terrible. Surely the sender of this note didn’t know about his seven year crush on one Molly Prewett? No one knew, right? Not even Mary MacDonald knew and she was probably the closest (after Molly) thing Arthur had to a best friend. 

He had to have a quill around here something. Ah, yes. Turning over the parchment he had received, Arthur scrawled out a messy reply: