*on a platform type house he and fred had managed to construct and with the resources he had, had magicked it to be invisible and in the high standing point of the playground. Watched the kids around him. Fred at his side looking through muggle binoculars they had found at home, searching, ever searching for a new victim. Getting bored he sat down in a in a corner of the lopesided wooden platform and took out his "journal"*
Bored as ever. No one. School is boring. Teachers still haven't punished us. how boring.