“This is all Percy’s fault.” I huffed, blowing my fringe out of my eyes.
“As you’ve been saying for the last hour and thirty minutes.” George replied, poking me in the ribs.
“Actually, it’s been an hour and thirty five minutes, get a watch George.” Fred laughed as I started poking George.
To be honest with you this whole situation was actually Percy’s fault, he didn’t want to be late for the train to Hogwarts, which leaves at eleven in the morning and we ended up at Kings Cross Station at about nine in the morning. Charlie and my older sister, Lucinda, had disappeared off somewhere, more than likely Charlie had been dragged into my sister’s hunt for Muggle sweets. I had no idea where Mrs Weasley or Percy was.
So I had been left with the twins, which isn’t too bad, considering I’ve known them for years; We were left sitting on our trunks by the entrance to the platform nine and three quarters, having already emptied two packets of Muggle Jelly Babies.
“Earth to Harper Went. Anyone home?” I blinked; Fred waved his hand in front of my face.
“Sorry, I was off in La-di-da land making cupcakes with unicorns.” I said; glancing over at George who was shaking a freshly opened bag of sweets in front of my owl, Brietta.
“We could tell-“Fred started.
“You were drooling.” George finished; I wiped my chin of non-existent drool then glared at the laughing twins; Okay, I admit it I can be gullible, sometimes. I snatched the bag of sweets out of George’s hands, and then promptly tossed them back; the bag was full of liquorice, I hate liquorice.
“I do not drool, unlike two people I know.” I retorted.
“And who would those two people be, Harper?” They both asked at the same time.
“Well, uh, they’re two people I know quite well. One is Luc-“I started.
“And what do I do then?” A voice mumbled in my ear.
“Ah. Uh. Hi Lucinda! How are you today?” I forced on a smile; let’s just say that Lucinda and I don’t really see eye to eye on most things.
“I’ll ask you again, as you appear to be very thick. What do I do?” She glared at me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must be imagining things.” I laughed sheepishly; Fred and George were struggling to hold in their laughter. Lucinda sighed over dramatically.
“Whatever. You haven’t seen Charlie have you? I think I lost him in the newsagents.” She watched me suspiciously.
“Aw, has little Lucy lost her Charlie?” Fred teased, standing on his trunk and patting her on the head. Lucinda glared at us, flicking her dark brown hair out of her eyes; if you looked at me and Lucinda you would probably think that we’re not related, she has shoulder length, dark brown hair and grey eyes, while I have short, strawberry blonde hair and light blue eyes.
By now other students and their families were running or walking through the entrance to the hidden platform, but Mrs Weasley, Charlie and Percy weren’t here.
“Where are they? We have to be on the train in ten minutes!” Lucinda grumbled tapping her foot impatiently; her cat, Coco, had started hissing in his sleep, curled up on top of her trunk. She glanced around, she was starting to look worried and I guess she had a reason to: it was the twins and my first year.
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The others turned up eventually, Charlie said it was because Percy was panicking that he had lost something and dragged him and Mrs Weasley round the whole of the station before he realised it was actually in his trunk, he wouldn’t tell us what it was though, much to the twins disappointment; but they soon occupied themselves with guessing what it was.
“Now you three behave, I don’t want any letters saying that you blew up your dorm rooms.” Mrs Weasley pulled Fred, George and I into a bone crushing hug.
“Thanks for the idea, mum.”
“We’ll be sure to try it.”
Charlie and Lucinda had wandered off to find their friends; they were in their fifth and third years respectively so they knew the whole routine of getting to Hogwarts. Percy was stuck with us, for the time being.
We piled on to the train just before it started to pull away from the platform and began our hunt for an empty compartment. Just as we found one and settled down, Percy sauntered off down the train apparently looking for his friends.
“I didn’t know he had any friends, with him being all bossy and stuff.” I whispered to George.
“Aw, is Percy too embarrassed to sit with his brothers.” Fred called after him, we all laughed but then I thumped him on the arm, “Grow up Fred.”
After a few minutes we were bored and more importantly out of sweets.
Suddenly a loud band reverberated through the train carriage, followed by a lot of shouting.
“I told you we should have tried a different compartment! Those guys were just looking for trouble!” One voice shouted, a girl with a soft Irish accent.
“Don’t blame it on me! It’s Victoria’s fault, she shouldn’t have tried to give them ‘hug therapy’ or whatever she calls it!” Another voice, a boy’s this time, called out.
Three people ran past our compartment, a girl, more than likely the Irish one, followed by a boy and another girl. The last girl skidded to a halt slid the compartment door open and all but dived on to Fred. The other girl and boy burst in after her. The whole time Fred and George were laughing hysterically, I was laughing too but just not as hysterically.
“Victoria, what are you doing?” The boy hissed at the girl, Victoria, who had dived in and nearly landed on Fred; she was now sitting across from me, breathing rather heavily.
“Practising my football dive, silly Alex. Just because we’ve changed schools doesn’t mean I have to stop practising for football.” She replied between breaths, twirling her wavy blonde hair between her fingers. The dark haired Irish girl stepped forward, glancing at the now reasonably calm twins.
“Sorry for barging in like this. I’m Nicky, Nicky Gallagher and this is Alex Hughes,” The tall, light haired boy nodded, “And that thing over there is Victoria Adams-”
“But you can just call me Tori!” Victoria cut in, a wide grin plastered on her face.
“Fred and George Weasley, at your service and that monstrosity in the corner is Harper Went.” The twins shook hands with Nicky, who blushed slightly.
“Oh you two, you really know how to complement a girl.” I smirked.
“You’re a girl, well I never!” Fred teased, poking me in the shoulder, “Why didn’t you tell us sooner!”
“Very funny Fred, my sides are splitting.” I said in the most serious voice I could ever handle.
“You should see a doctor about that.”
“Not funny, George.”
