Inglorious Bastard (AKA how Fred Weasley almost killed me)

Train of Stone

Pippa Wade stood timidly in the hallway of the moving train, her trunk and luggage still sitting next to here. She looked around to see if anyone could help.
Suddenly, a older, very red-headed popped up in front of her, as if out of thin air.

"Are you looking for something," he checked a paper quickly,"Pippa Wade?"

"How do you know my name?" She asked.

"That's besides the point. Why are you standing in the middle of the train?" He said, tucking the paper into his robes.

"I don't got anywhere to sit, you see. I ain't got any friends."

"Well, of course you don't. You've only just arrived! Here now, Pippa. Follow me!" And with that he grabbed Pippa's trunk easily and started to walk down the corridor of the train.

Pippa followed eagerly, picking up her backpack and adjusting her backpack before following the strange boy she'd only just meant. Looking back, Pippa realized that was a bad call on her judgement.
He lead her to the back of the train and opened the very last train compartment's door.
In it sat two miniature versions of the boy she'd just followed, and that very boy shoved her in a bit. She stumbled, catching herself with her arms.
She stood up, embarrassed, and brushed herself off quietly.

"Hello. I'm Pippa. Pippa Wade," she said to the two twins in front of her, putting her hand out in hopes that she could shake their hands.

"I'm George!" Said one, standing and shaking her hand before sitting back down.

"And I'm Fred. We're the Weasley twins," he shook her hand as well.

"It's very nice to meet you!" At this point, the boy who'd helped was gone, and Pippa was standing on the seat trying to push her trunk into the overhead compartment with her shoulder. She managed to do so in record timing, surprisingly, and sat back down quickly, reaching into her torn-up bag.

"You too," said Fred, a bit astonished at what she'd just done.

Pippa dug through her bag silently before pulling out a small package.

"Is that your wand?" George asked.

Pippa nodded as she opened the package.

"I hope you don't mind. Haven't gotten a chance to look at it. It's been in the attic at my house since my mum went to Hogwarts. Family heirloom, I suppose," she chattered.

"We don't mind at all," Fred said, trying to see the wand through the packaging.

Pippa delicately picked the wand up. It was beautiful. A light pink color (but not girly) with rose vines engraved in it. The tip of the wand was rounded into a silver bulb.

"Whoa," all three said in unison.

She examined the wand closely, studying every detail.

"My middle name makes much more sense now.." She mumbled.

"What's your middle name?" George questioned.

"Rose. The name runs in the family but I never understood why. I guess I get it now," she said.

"What's the point of a wand running on the family? Every wizard has a special wand, suited for them," Fred piped up.

"Well, we don't got much money at my house, so we can't really afford a new wand every year. That being we have tons a' kids in my house. Also, cousins and stuff. So we got a lot of wands, and they're just passed down. The wand does choose you in a way. They make us go through the attic before we leave and try to find a "special wand" or something. So I guess it is suited for me," she babbled.