I'll try not to

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A/N: (Really short chapter here, kind of a filler. Anyway- hope you enjoy!)

When the train stopped in the little town below i began to unload my trunk from the luggage rack. My baggage is extremely heavy and although i won't admit it out loud-i'm struggling. Fred unloads his easily and leaves to 'get a carriage for the ride up'. George smirks when he notices my struggle and takes my trunk along with his. I smile and follow him to the front of the train. He left our trunks by the door, saying they would be taken up to our dorms. As the train doors open a great rumble of thunder is heard across the sky. We bent our heads and ran out into the thick of the storm.

A row of horseless carriages were lined up and filling with dripping students quickly. The rain was coming down hard and i could barely see George running along in front of me. It was horribly cold and i was soaked to the bone in a matter of minutes. George stopped so suddenly that i ran into him. He chuckled and opened a carriage door, ushering me inside. I sat down on the plush seat across from Fred. He was talking to a dark skinned boy who raised an eyebrow at my arrival. George sat down next to me and grinned.

"We picked something up along the way." He poked a thumb my way.

"I see. I'm Lee Jordan." Lee held out his head for me to shake. I took it and replied with,"Ashton Whitebeam. Just call me Ash."

"From the states?" He asked.

"How can you tell?" I say sarcastically.

Lee grins, then with a great lurch, the carriage begins to splash its way to the castle. I strained my eyes trying to get a better view at the castle through the curtain of rain.

"What house do you think you'll be in?" Lee asks. I looked to Fred and George. After all they knew the houses best.

"Ravenclaw." Fred.

"Gryffindor." George.

They had both spoken at the exact same time. They turned to give each other matching looks and i can tell they're rarely out of sync.

"Care to make a bet brother?" Fred asks his twin mischievously.

"Two sickles?" George asks, his tone matching Fred's.

"Two sickles on Ravenclaw, Georgie." Fred shakes George's hand.

"Two sickles on Gryffindor, Freddie." George confirms. He then turns to me.

"Don't disappoint me Ashton."

"I'll try not to." I smile.

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