Squibbles

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They arrived at Kings Cross station rather late. Y/n and Ginny rushed through the barrier first.

"Come on we'll miss it," Y/n said.

"But what about Harry and Ron?" Ginny asked.

"They'll catch up, I hope, come on we need to find Hermione quickly!"

The girls rushedly put their luggage away and took their trunks to their compartment where they found Hermione sat, waiting for them.

"You two have really cut it close," Hermione sighed, "Come on there's plenty room, got here extra early to get a compartment for all of us, where's Harry and Ron?"

"Probably putting Hedwig away," Y/n shrugged.

"That's odd," Hermione remarked, "I don't see them at the station,"

"What," Y/n whipped around to the window, Hermione was right, they weren't there.

"Perhaps they're getting on?" Ginny suggested.

"I hope so," Y/n sighed, sitting down, "Knowing their simple brains it'll take them decades to find us,"

Minutes passed as they anxiously waited for their friends to arrive but soon they realised even Ron wasn't that slow at finding someone in a train.

"They've missed it haven't they?" Ginny sighed.

"I'm afraid so," Y/n answered, sitting down, "How do you think they'll get to Hogwarts?"

"With an enormous amount of luck," Hermione said, flicking through the pages of the Daily Prophet.

"Yoohoo," Daniel knocked on the window of their compartment, "Sorry to disturb,"

He winked at Hermione and Ginny.

"Seriously?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, "What is it Daniel?"

"Oh well Dad asked me to ask you what you wanted to name your kitten, Rolf called it Squibbles when he came round yesterday and we don't want it to stick,"

"Y/n you have a kitten?" Hermione asked, amazed, "Why ever didn't you tell me?"

"Slipped my mind," Y/n chuckled, "Tell Dad we'll call her Cassiopeia, not Squibbles,"

"Gotcha, sticking with the animal astronomy theme," Daniel nodded, "It's settled in pretty well-,"

"She," Y/n corrected.

"Right, she, anyway where are your two friends, y'know, the ginger and Harry?"

"Ron," Y/n said, "His name is Ron and quite frankly we haven't the foggiest,"

"Well I think you might have the mistiest now," Daniel nodded his head towards the window, there was a bright blue flying car beside them, driving mid-air chaotically and Y/n could make out Harry and Ron's hair.

"They're driving dad's car!" Ginny gasped, "He'll kill them!"

"Or his mum, she nearly killed us the other day, Arthur was chill,"

"What a pleasant family," Daniel said grimly, "Sounds happy,"

"Well that's our fault," Y/n added.

"Yohooo," Rolf came in, following Daniel, "What are you all up to?"

"If it isn't the owner himself of Squibbles," Y/n said bitterly.

"That would be me," He bowed. Daniel and Rolf always acted drunk for sober people.

"Come on in," Hermione said sourly, "We're playing a game of how long do Harry and Ron last,"

"Wha-That's them up there?" Rolf asked, leaning towards the window with the rest of them.

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