Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Fred Weasley imagine

You made your way across the busy train station, stopping to let people cross in front of you so that you didn't bump into anyone, causing you to stumble. You hated public embarrassment and with your luck, you would fall, considering how clumsy you can be at times. Everything and everyone was rushing past you. This was your least favoured part about going to Hogwarts. You couldn't stand being in public places alone. It frightened you and made you sick to the stomach, but there really was nothing you could do to keep it from happening.
Transferring from America after your family passed in a car crash, you had no one. This was your first year at Hogwarts, but you knew most of the material that was taught in the first three years, so starting as a fourth year was completely fine. But it was nonetheless stressful. Your anxiety was getting the best of you and when it came time to board the train, you almost stopped breathing.
Where am I going to sit? What if I'm made fun of? What if I don't make any friends? What if I sit with the wrong people? With the questions crowding your head, you continued moving down the isles, glancing around for an empty compartment, strolling slowly through.
One second, you were on both feet, looking around but the next your feet were out from under you, there was a hand being shoved against your right shoulder, and you were being thrown out of the way into a compartment.
"MALFOY!" You heard someone shout angrily, along with the squeaking of the seat cushion and two pair of hands pulling you up off of the floor between the seats.
You were lifted back on your feet and caught a good look at who you were guessing as 'Malfoy' storming off. Glancing around, you saw two boys. Identical boys, actually. They had red hair and were very tall, but that's all you really caught onto before being sat down on the seat and bombarded with questions.
"Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you feel any pain?" Question after question was thrown at you from the two boys, causing your face to turn a dark red.
"I'm fine." You mumbled softly, sitting up on the cushion, getting a good look at both of the boys. You noticed that one was slightly taller than the other.
"Good, what's your name?" One of them asked excitedly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you, smiling brightly.
"Y/n, and yours?" You spoke up, glancing between the two of them across from you.
"I'm George, and that's Fred." He motioned towards the boy next to him. Glancing over at the other boy, offering him a small smile.
You muttered out a small "oh" before glancing out the window, seeing that the train was moving.
"You're from America." The one that you had learned was named Fred stated.
You nodded, looking back at him, placing your hands in your lap.
"Why are you here, at Hogwarts?"
You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, looking away from him, letting out a soft huff before stating, "Mind your own business."
"Oh, I'm sorry.." He said softly before turning to his brother, whispering something in his ear.
George looks at you as Fred whispers in his ear, nodding excitedly. "I agree, Fred."

i dont know if it should end here or not so there might be a part two? comment if i should make one.