Bear

1

I arrive at Kings cross station at 9.30 in order to give myself plenty of time to find a compartment and get comfortable before I have to see anyone. As I make my way through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, I hold my breath and close my eyes waiting for impact. My mother never told me how to actually get to platform 9 and ¾, but its magic we're talking about, it's bound to be how it works. Right?

I feel a wave of cool air pass over my face and I open my eyes, to see a single platform with a beautiful maroon steam train pulling into the station, and coming to a steady halt. I left my trolley holding my trunk and owl, Skreech, and before I quite registered what I was doing I walked over to the train and felt myself running my hand over the gold lettering that formed the words 'The Hogwarts Express'. Mum had always told me this was the most important part of starting school. Making friends on the train. Mum said she met her best friends on the train, and that I would too.

I quickly snapped out of my trip down memory lane and left my trunk and Skreech on the platform in front of the 'Luggage Drop off' sign and made my way on the express. I walked past a few empty compartments and finally decided on one that faced nicely at the entrance of the platform, that way if I became easily bored I could look at the people coming on the platform.

Just as I made myself comfortable, sitting next to the window, I noticed a group of people in beige trench coats with cameras bustling in through the wall and positioning themselves against the neighbouring wall. They look like their waiting for someone, but my attention soon places itself into space and before I know it I've drifted off to sleep.

I'm woken with a knocking at the compartment door, I reluctantly open my eyes and see two tall red-headed twins standing there. One of the twins open the door slightly and poke his head in. "Sorry to wake you, but mind if we sit?" he says with a shy grin on his face. I subtly nod my head, forgetting how shy I can be sometimes. The twin who spoke slid the door open and took a seat in front of me, his twin shutting the door and sitting beside him. "Fred Weasley" the twin sitting in front of me introduced himself with a wide grin. "George Weasley" the other twin said introduced with a slightly smaller grin. "H hi, Evalynne Deadreigh. Nice to meet you both" I responded with a shy smile.

"Never seen you around before, are you new?" Fred asks me with a curious look, slightly tilting his head to the side like a puppy. "uh yeah, I was home schooled before now"

"What made you come to Hogwarts now?" George asked, looking actually interested in my answer. I noticed that they were completely identical except the clothes, and a few minor details. Fred had a small scar under his lip, whereas George had a small scar on his neck.

"Well, uh, my mum kind of died at Christmas, so I had no one to teach me since my dad left when I was born". I couldn't help but notice that Fred was staring at me, blushing slightly, although that could just be him, I wasn't sure yet. "I am so sorry for bringing it up, if I had known I never would have asked, I-". I swiftly cut him off with a small smile. "George honestly it's okay, I've had months to come to terms with it, it's actually nice to talk to someone about it". Just then Fred face displayed something of utter shock, like I had just said I was pregnant with sextuplets. "Hang on a minute!" he slightly yelled, and blushed once he realised his volume. "How can you tell us apart? Did you guess?" he said with his volume slightly lowered than before. "Well er, Fred you have a small subtle scar just under your lip, and your hairs slightly redder and fluffier, whereas George you have a small subtle scar on your neck, and your hairs a bit flatter and more orange looking." They both look utterly shocked. "And not to mention Fred is hot and George is cute" I mutter to myself, but as I look up at both of them and see the smug face on Fred's face, I realise my mistake and quickly slap my hand to my mouth as if to stop any more embarrassing words from flying out.

"I er, thanks" Fred said with a smirk, he raised his hand behind his head and began rubbing his neck, his t-shirt gradually floated up a little and I could see a bit of his toned, freckled abs. I forced my eyes upward and saw his bicep that was resting behind his head. I could feel my cheeks blush as he lowered his arm.
"I am so sorry about that, I er, it just kinda slipped out" I stutter, trying to embarrass myself less. "It's alright, it's actually quite a compliment, most people think George is the hotter one, even though they mix us up all the time, or guess".

Just then I notice a bunch of flashing bright light coming from outside the window that caught my attention. I looked at the group of people in trench coats to find their snapping photos of a platinum blonde headed boy who towers over most of them, looking really smart, although he couldn't be much older than me. "Who's that?". "Oh that's Draco, He's in the same year as our younger brother Ron, he's a really horrible guy though, I'd steer clear of him if I were you" George warned me. "Why are there people taking photos of him?", "Oh his father used the cruciatus curse on him, which is unforgivable, and he was sent to Azkaban" as Fred answered he looked like he felt sorry for Draco. I couldn't help but feel the tiny bit curious about the boy, I wanted to know more, but I shoved the thought to the back of my mind and focused on the twins.

Just then it seemed like the platform was emptying as we pulled out of the station. The twins and I talked about what seemed like everything on the train ride, about people in my year, their huge family, muggle things, wizard things. Every so often I'd notice Fred just staring at me while George was talking, or while I was getting things off the trolley.