Twin Troubles

The Traumatic Trainride

Right now we're on the train ride to Hogwarts. This morning was hectic with everyone running around and Mrs. Weasley yelling at Fred and George constantly. I'm just glad to be out of that chaos.  Right now I'm staring out the window in a train compartment with Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Apparently Harry's been having dreams about Voldemort's snake attacking and killing this old muggle and blah blah blah. Do I care about this rubbish? Uh, no. As long as Voldemort and his snake steer clear of me, I really couldn't care less. What I care about is getting away from these delusional people who think a disembodied villain ordering his snake to kill an old muggle, who would probably end up dying of old age in a few weeks time, is actually a serious problem. What makes them think this, I don't know,  but in my opinion, I think they just need something to be wrong in the world to fill their empty,  meaningless lives.

"Hey, you alright,  Granger?" Asks George. I turn to him and nod.

"I'm fine, just bored," I tell him.

"I think I can fix that, come with me," He says. He leads me to the Hufflepuff train car.

"I've never really fancied Hufflepuffs, George," I tell him.

"Me neither, that's why I'e brought this," he says to me as he pulls what seems to be a small piece of coal out of his pocket.

"What's that?" I ask him.

"Compacted Peruvian instant darkness powder, it can make a whole room completely dark in seconds, now this is mine and George's version and it's just a prototype so something may go wrong. But it's just Hufflepuffs so, what's the harm?" Says George. An evil grin spreads across my face.

"Let's do it," I say to him. He nods and grabs ahold of the doorknob of the door that lead back into the Gryffindor train car . 

"Okay on the count of three, I'll throw this down onto the ground, then we will go through the door, back into the Gryffindor train car, Okay?" George says to me.
"Okay," I confirm.
"One, two... three!" He throws the powder down and we slip back into the Gryffindor train car. We can hear the confused shouts of Hufflepuffs. We are both cracking up and howling very loudly which makes other Gryffindors come out of their train compartments, Including Harry Ron and Hermione.

"Dear Merlin, what did you two do this time?" asks Hermione.

"Oh, done talking about old mostly dead muggles being killed by evil pets of Voldemort are we?" I ask her through my laughs.

"It's not funny, Mari, that stuff is serious, he's getting stronger," Harry says to me.

"Yeah, whatever, forgive me if I find the great Boy who lived's nightmares a bit boring and irrelevant. And calm down, Hermione we only turned the Hufflepuff train completely dark for a few seconds," I say to them. Hermione's eyes grow as big as saucers with rage.

"YOU TURNED THE HUFFLEPUFF TRAIN CAR COMPLETELY DARK?" Hermione shouts at me.

"For a few seconds!"

"Wow Mari it's amazing that even on a simple train ride to school you find some way to screw something up!" says Hermione.

"Well sorry I screw everything up by trying to have FUN Hermione. I know that is a bit of a foreign concept to you!" I tell her.

"Well if you're having 'fun' at other's expenses then yes you should be sorry!" she shoots back. I push past her and leave, not wanting to hear any more. I enter the Slytherin train car without thinking. I put my back against the wall, slowly slide down to the floor and start to cry softly, so no one can hear. Draco Malfoy leaves his compartment and enters the aisle way. He looks at me and comes my way. 

"What's the matter pretty thing?" he asks me.

"What?" I ask him.

"Why are you crying?" he replies.

"I have an evil twin," I say to him.

"Tell me about it, last year she punched me in the face, you know," he says to me as he sits down next to me. I laugh.

"Well to be fair Draco, you kind of deserved it," I tell him.

"How so?" he asks.

"You were making fun of buckbeak being executed. I don't know about you but where I come from, making fun of someone's death is considered evil," I tell him.

"I didn't really dislike the hippogriff, anything I can do to get under Potter's skin can't be a bad thing," says Draco.

"Why do you hate him so much anyways? He just gets on my nerves because he's too dramatic and ignorant," I tell him.

"He rejected my friendship and in a snarky way as well. I don't favor rejection. I get enough from my father," he tells me.

"Why do you get rejected by your father?" I ask him.

"He wants me to serve You-Know-Who like him. But I don't want to, I mean I want to work for the ministry like him and all but I don't want to be Voldemort's little pet secret agent," Draco tells me.

"You don't?" I ask him in surprise.

"'Course not. I don't fancy Azkaban you know," he tells me. I chuckle.

"I don't think anyone does, Draco," I tell him. He laughs.

"I suppose not," he says. We both laugh and then someone bursts into the Slytherin train car. It's Harry.

"Mari, we've been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing with this git?" He says to me Draco stands up.

"Watch it, Potter," Draco says to him.

"Yeah, Harry he is not a git. As a matter of fact, you're more of a git than him! Just a second ago you and Hermione were screaming at me just because I played a harmless prank on a few Hufflepuffs! I'm sick of all of you!" I say to Harry. With that I dramatically got up and left to go find an empty train compartment for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.