*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...
When they crossed the stone bridge that marked the halfway point to King's Cross Station, Lee suggested that they adjourn to the dining car and drink to their upcoming truce. George and Angelina agreed to leave the compartment, albeit reluctantly. And in the event that she would rather go looking for the Gryffindor girls on the way back to their cabin, Angelina took along her schoolbag.
They found a table in the middle of the dining car, hoping very much to enjoy a calm discussion, but found themselves surrounded by frenzied conversations pertaining to the Toilers of Trouble, the mischief they had caused, and how the school would be increasing their defenses during the break. According to Tonks, Hagrid and Mr. Filch would be patrolling the castle at night, while Professor Flitwick added protection spells to all of the paintings — which, according to another sixth year Hufflepuff, would take nearly a year to complete, and could be undone with the use of the Dark Arts. What surprised the twins most was that none of them seemed at all concerned that the ground floor corridor was rumored to have been flooded by someone who shouldn't have been at the castle. Or that two of their fellow students had nearly drowned in the process.
Angelina, on the other hand, could not sit idly by and allow someone to get away with almost killing her. The three boys discovered the extent of her determination when Angelina brought out an immense spell book that she had taken from the library. It covered nearly half the table, and that was before it was opened.
"What's this?" asked Lee, examining the sprawling pages.
"I overheard Reza Prasad going on about the water charm last week in the toilets. She swears it's beyond anything she's ever learned. And that girl's a prefect! So, I started thinking...what if no one's heard about it, because it's a spell we've not used in centuries? If it's been forgotten, that could only mean one thing," Angelina said in a low voice as she turned the thin, vellum pages. "A Primordial spell."
George stared down at the finely drawn text, making sure not to meet Angelina's gaze. "Found anything yet?"
"I've only just gotten the book, haven't I?" she said testily. "I'd rather not waste my holiday reading some dusty old manuscript, but if it brings us closer to learning her identity then I'm willing to spend the time."
After grudgingly clinking bottles of ice-cold butterbeer to their renewed friendship, they leafed through the spellbook in search of anything that pertained to water. The closest spell they could find, before George noticed the trolley lady coming through with boxes, jugs, and trays overflowing with sweets, was an enchantment that wizard fishermen had once used to subdue the tide.
"We should go," Fred suggested, the moment Angelina stood to face the trolley lady with a hand on her wand.
Lee hopped out of their booth. He used his small frame to scuttle her through the crowd back to their train car. Angelina waited at the door so she could monitor the trolley lady and keep a lookout for heart-shaped lollies.
"Fred, can you tell George —"
"Oh, what is it this time?!" he thundered uncontrollably.
"Tell him," she continued, "that there is a package coming for Christmas and...he probably shouldn't open it. And especially to disregard the note attached."
She lowered her head moodily and strode past them.
"George? Angelina —"
"I heard," he replied. "Tell her...thanks."
Fred hurried after Angelina. "My dear brother says you're absolutely wonderful for considering him and would like to extend to you his upmost gratitude for the gift, despite the intended nastiness of...er...of said gift."
Lee coughed with laughter, while George sighed wretchedly to the clatter of the train wheels steamrolling the frozen tracks below.
It was not much later that the twins were standing at the same door, while the Hogwarts Express coasted into King's Cross Station. And even through the billowing fog of smoke and steam, they were able to see their mother's fiery red hair.
"Look how nervous she is," said Fred with a chuckle in his throat.
"Old Molly. She's probably forgotten about us entirely."
"Can't wait to see Charlie, I'd wager."
"Right — we'd better move quickly so she doesn't leave without us," George agreed.
They said goodbye to Lee and Angelina and entered the colliding chaos of students and parents hurrying to embrace one another. Mrs. Weasley was frantically pushing her way forward, peering over shoulders and apologizing when she stepped on toes. When their mother found Charlie, she nodded and continued searching. It wasn't until she spotted the twins that relief broke over her troubled face. She barreled through the last of the crowd and pulled them close.
"Oh, Fred! George! I've missed you so much," she cried, kissing the tops of their heads. She bent low to look intently at them, a hand on each identical cheek. She kissed the twins again, laughed, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I didn't know how hard it was going to be without you. The house — it's so quiet!"
Percy saw this and attempted to skirt away, but she pulled him into her loving embrace. Then she tore Charlie from his mob of devotees.
"Let's get you boys home," Mrs. Weasley said with a sniffle, wearing the biggest smile they had ever seen. "Back to the Burrow. Yes, back to the Burrow..."
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