The Twins Who Lived

Chapter 3

"Anyways!" Hermione exclaimed once the girls had exhausted the conversation topics for the train ride. "You three might want to change into your uniforms, I feel that we are approaching our destination."

"Why would you say that?" Harry asked.

Rose shook her head at her twins' obliviousness. She grabbed his face and turned it so he could see the distant lights of the Hogsmeade Train Station.

"Oh!" Harry gasped.

"Yeah, oh." Rose giggled.

"You could've just pointed or told me to look out the window, Rose! Now my face hurts." Harry whined, rubbing his face.

"Don't be a baby, Harry." Rose sighed. She grabbed her clothes from the trunk above the seats and excused herself to go to the changing rooms.

Thankfully, she didn't encounter anyone in the corridor. Rose wanted her unique school uniform to be a surprise. A surprise it was, to Ron to be precise.

Harry, living with Rose for all their live, was used to seeing his sister with pants, but it was usually the ill fitting ones that used to belong to Dudley.

"Rose! What are you wearing?" groaned the orange headed Weasley.

"Clothes?" Rose answered curiously.

"But you're wearing pants!" Ron tried to iterate.

"Yes, that's a type of clothing people wear, Ronald. Hasn't your mum or sister worn pants in front of you before?" Rose questioned.

"Well, yes." Ron admitted.

"Then I don't see the problem! Do you see a problem, Harry?" Rose turned on her brother. Unfortunately, Harry had taken that time to take off his glasses and clean them. "Never mind. You can't see anything right now."

"How'd you know I had a mum and a sister?" Ron interrupted.

"You sort of have to have a mum, Ron. That's how families happen. A girl had to have had a baby. And I was listening to your conversation with Harry." I informed him.

"How?! That was when you and Hermione were talking!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yes, I remember." I deadpanned.

"The thing is," Harry interjected, "Rose, for some odd reason, has this thing called an ei-eiti-eia-"

"Eidetic." Rose supplied.

"Yes! She's got an eidetic memory." Harry puffed out his chest, proud to have at least remembered a part of the word.

"What's that mean?" Ron asked while stuffing his mouth with a chocolate frog.

"It means," Rose huffed, "that I can recall events like pictures."

"Isn't that photo...graphic? memory?" Ron asked.

"Was that a question in a question? The answer to you is no, the answer to me is yes. Photographic memory means that you can remember page numbers and or word for word passages of reading." Rose notified.

Before Ron could ask anymore questions, the train came to a lurching stop. An orange headed boy, who seemed to be related to Ron, opened their compartment door and notified the first years to leave their luggage.

"Thanks, Percy." Ron sighed. He was really happy to not have to carry the heavy trunk to the castle.

Harry and Ron mad a move to exit the apartment, but Rose stopped them with a small clearing of the throat and foot taps.