Twin Charmer

The Train Ride (Part Two)

George

After the unwanted visit from the Dementors, it was difficult to get back into a jolly mood. Angelina and Katie both were trying to take a nap while Lee was fiddling with what looked like a leash for his tarantula. Fred, on the otherhand, looked like he was deep in thought. Luckily for me, though, the train ride was almost over, which meant it was time to begin scheming.

"So, Fred, I was thinking we needed to do something right at the beginning of this year. Maybe hook up a bunch of water buckets near the Slytherin dorms."

Oddly enough, there was no reaction from my twin. He better be coming up with a bloody splendid prank. "Fred, buddy ol' pal, I have splendid good news. We are, in fact, twins." I had proceeded to waving my hand in front of his face. Unfortunately, I was only rewarded with a limited reaction consisting of a grunt. Of course a non-prankster, unlike myself, probably would've left the man be, but, as prankster-in-chief, I couldn't let that happen. Queue Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous, Wet-start, No-Heat Fireworks.

I waved my arms to get Lee's attention who smirked when I pointed at Fred and the firework in my hand. Luckily, Lee had gotten a cup of water from the trolley earlier. Tossing the firework across the compartment, Lee caught it then proceeded to activate the fuse.

A loud BANG resounded through our compartment (and hopefully throughout the whole train as well). Fred had fallen off of his seat, looking rather startled. Lee was bent over laughing, while Katie and Angelina had obviously been woken up from their nap.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY WORLD ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING IN HERE?" Sometimes I wonder how Percy appears out of absolutely nowhere, but alas, I fear I will never truly know the secrets of our very own Bighead Boy.

Fred plastered a very serious expression on his face, "You see, Mr. Almighty Head Boy; George, Lee, and I were playing a very, and I mean very, intense game of Exploding Snap."

"Oh, yes, of course, just a game of Exploding Snap." Percy turned to go before pivoting back to face us, "DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I CAN'T SEE THE FIREWORK SHOOTING OFF SPARKS RIGHT BEHIND YOU?"

"Oh. Oh, my. Fred, Lee, somehow a firework got set off in our compartment," I stated innocently.

"Bloody brilliant fireworks those are indeed, George."

"Top notch quality, I'd say," Lee chimed in.

Percy, the poor man, apparently couldn't comprehend the sheer beauty of said firework and proceeded to do the time honored art of facepalming. He muttered something that sounded like, "how in the bloody world did I end up related to these idiots?" However, I'm sure he meant something more similar to the words "how in the bloody world did I end up related to these geniuses?" Honestly, Percy, I wish I knew the answer to that question.

Once my dear, dear brother had retreated to the safety of his own compartment, Angelina and Katie turned vaguely annoyed glares towards Lee and I.

"Honestly, can you three not be quiet for thirty minutes?" Katie grumped.

Fred held up his hands, "Well, technically, it wasn't me this time, so get mad at Lee and the prankster-in-chief."

The sparks had finally stopped shooting out of the firework, leaving the smell of gunpowder and a tad of sulfur behind. "Do you smell that? It's the smell of brilliance," I smirked as the train shuddered to a halt.

Angelina snickered then left with Katie out of the compartment. Lee waited for Fred and I to follow but I motioned him to go.

"Well, glad to have brought you back to the land of the living, Fred. What precisely were you even contemplating?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. The best way to blow up things, as well as the most effective way to utilize dungbombs."

"You sure it wasn't anything related to say...a girl?"

"No, no, of course not. The dementors got me all out of sorts, ya know?"

"Sure thing, Freddie," I said cheerfully. We then both grabbed our trunks and headed for the horseless carriages.

Succeeding in catching up to Lee and the girls we all sat ourselves down in the relatively comfortable black seats. Before we started moving I noticed a girl leaning heavily on the person who'd asked if we were alright after the dementors. They both shared similarities in appearance such as dark hair and grey eyes, but the girl who was having trouble walking had her hair tied up in a beautifully styled messy bun. Her skin was also paler (and not just from whatever was causing her to struggle with moving). Both girls still wore muggle clothing, suggesting they probably weren't able to change on the train. Before I was able to hop off the carriage and offer my gentlemanly assistance, we started moving.

That girl sure was good looking. Hope she'll be okay...