Rose Between Two Thorns.

Chapter 3

"Alright you lot, we need to get going if we are to make the train" Molly says clapping her hands. Multiple complaints are heard, as everyone shuffles around, grabbing trunks and pets. "Get out of my way"s and "Shove it"s are muttered and shouted among the throng, as we make our way outside The Burrow, towards some rather formal looking cars parked a few feet away.

"Why are we taking cars dad?" Ron asks. I roll my eyes. It's a bit obvious.

"Because sadly my car now roams the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts," Mr. Weasley glares at Ron, who shifts uncomfortably, "And it's a little inconspicuous if we all side-apparate, seeing as there's only two of us that can apparate."

Even with a fitted extension charm put on the three cars, it is still a squeeze for all nine of us to fit. I end up being squashed between Fred and George, who must have decided that for the ride to Kings Cross, they were going to poke me in the ribs. This makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I manage to contain my uncomfortableness until we reach the station, where once everyone exits the cars, I go up behind the twins and stick one of my own creations down their shirts each. Thankfully they don't notice, as it's designed to take some time to affect the person it touches.

We say our goodbyes to everyone and clamber onto the steaming train, just as the whistle sounds. Harry, Ron and Hermione go off to find their compartment, while Ginny waves to one of her friends and runs off to greet them. I pick up my bag and start heading down towards the end of the train, where I know there are some empty compartments. Spying one empty, I open the door and walk in, dumping my bag onto one of the seats and sitting down next to it. Fred and George occupy the other seats. George looks uncomfortable and keeps trying to rub his back against the seat of the chair, while Fred puts his hand up the back of his shirt and starts scratching.

"You boys alright?" I ask, holding back a grin.

"Got something itching on my back" Fred grumbles, starting to scratch more vigorously.

"Same, its friggen annoying" George agrees. They both look so uncomfortable.

I reach into my bag and retrieve a bag of multi-coloured sweets. I scramble through my bag to find the other bag, and with a tug, I manage to pull it out along with pretty much everything else in my bag.

"Funny, I don't remember packing them this deep into the bag" I say, shoving everything else back into my bag.

"What the hell, my back is so itchy, George help me scratch" Fred complains lifting up his shirt. I can't help but noticing the nasty red spots covering his back.

"Dude I got my own problems here" George replies lifting up his own shirt and revealing the same spots all over his back, as he continues to scratch.

I stand up and pull my shirt down, as it had lifted up while I was searching through my bag. Walking over to the door, I turn and grin at the boys.

"That'll teach you for poking people in the ribs boys" and with that I saunter out of the compartment.

"Tabitha" I hear them both complain. I grin and continue walking down the hall of the train.

I peep into a few of the windows of some compartments, and in one I see a small group of first years. Yaay, I think, pranking time. I slide open the door, causing them to look up in alarm, but I smile at them, some of them relax.

"Hi!" I say plonking myself down on a seat next to some of them. "My name's Tabitha Granger, I just want to say, welcome to Hogwarts, and I hope you enjoy your first year here." The kids mutter their hello's.

"So," I say "I am conducting a survey, for something I am planning to do once I leave school. How many of you like tricks?" a couple nod.

"So my plan is to open up a joke shop with a couple of my friends, you may have seen them earlier, the red haired twins?" I ask.