Loser - g. weasley

2: weasleys

"Oh, come on," I whispered under my breath as I stared at the signs. The one on the right read "Platform Nine" and the one directly next to it, only separated by a column, read "Platform Ten". My eyebrows furrowed as I glanced back down at the letter.

"But there is no platform nine and three-quarters," I said, exasperated. Suddenly, I saw something bright move out of the corner of my eye.

Turning around, I searched through the Muggles. A group of people, all with flaming red hair, were making their way toward me. Three of the six people had carts like mine, filled with magical items. The only difference was my black cat, Lucky—ironic, right?—sitting in her cage on top of everything. Wizards? I thought. It was a guess, but it was my only option.

Grimacing, I walked up to the woman who seemed to be leading them. "—Fred, George, would you quit messing—"

"Um, excuse me ma'am," I said awkwardly. The red haired woman turned toward me. She looked at me with concern.

"Yes, dear?" She said in a motherly tone. She glanced down at my buggy. "Oh, are you new to all this?" She waved her hands around her family.

I sighed in relief. "Yes, ma'am. Could you maybe help me to find platform nine and three-quarters?"

"Of course!" She said, smiling from ear to ear. "It's your first year; that would put you in the same year as Fred and George, wouldn't it, then?" The woman nodded to herself.

"I... suppose it would."

I glanced at the two boys flinging little wooden balls at each other, but as one of the spheres hit the shoulder of one, it exploded silently, spitting a green liquid onto it.

I turned my gaze back to the woman. She looked up from the unique watch on her right wrist. It had what looked like tiny spoons with the faces of her other children around us on them. I checked the clock fixed above the ninth platform's sign.

"Um," I started, not wanting to come off rude, "doesn't the train leave at eleven?"

The woman followed my gaze and exclaimed, "Merlin! 10:50 already! We better do this quickly. Fred! George!" She snapped, as one of her boys fell back into a Muggle walking by.

The redheaded woman clapped her hands briskly, "Okay then, Percy, you're first."

The oldest, Percy, I guess, walked to the wall I had been standing in front of previously, right between nine and ten. And he wasn't stopping. I started to open my mouth, maybe to tell him to watch out because, in case he hadn't noticed, he was headed straight for a brick column. 

But before I could say anything, he vanished into the wall. 

I couldn't see myself, but I can imagine my face. Shocked. Utterly shocked. 

One of the twins, Fred, smirked knowingly. 

"We love new blood, don't we, Georgie?" His mother and sister, a little girl who was absolutely gorgeous with her porcelain skin dotted with freckles and signature bright red hair. 

George's face transformed into an almost exact replica of Fred's. "Of course Freddie, but we can't have her going in there without knowing the dangers that lie behind the magical barrier."

I crossed my arms. "Oh really, like what." I won't lie, I was a bit scared. New place, new people. 

Fred's smirk vanished and was replaced with a solemn frown. "There's the dragon guarding the train entrance, remember when Percy's robes were burnt?" He added, looking at his brother for conformation. George nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah."