Bad Girls Like Bad Boys

Epilogue

Vicky clutched onto her mother's hand, walking in a quick pace to keep up with her mother and siblings. She wasn't pushing her own trunk, her mother had made one of her older brothers - Percy - push it for her, so she could look around carelessly at the muggles and the trains. They were interesting, or at least she found them interesting - a trait she had gotten from her father. 

"Hurry up, Vicky darling," Mrs Weasley said, pulling gently on Vicky's small hand. "It's packed with Muggles, of course - as always!"

Mrs Weasley talked to her four sons - all of them with the same fiery red hair as she had - and her two daughters - one of them with the same red hair and the older one with dark brown hair, that was almost black. 

"Now, what's the platform number?" asked Mrs Weasley. 

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped Ginny, the youngest of the two sisters - the one with fiery red hair. "Mum, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

Percy, who had been pushing Vicky's trunk as well, marched toward platform nine and ten - still pushing Vicky's trunk. He was struggling, but he didn't want to show it - but Vicky could clearly see it. However, he disappeared by the dividing barrier between platform nine and ten, just as a group of tourists passed. 

"Fred, you next," said Vicky's mum, looking at the twins. 

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy closest to them - whom you could clearly see was Fred. Well, not clearly, Vicky was the only one - except for the twins - who could see who was who. And the two didn't like it, at all. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear," apologized Mrs Weasley, giving him an apologetic smile. 

"Only joking, I am Fred," said Fred, and he ran away as their mother gave him a slight glare. George followed, laughing with his brother, as they both disappeared. 

"Vicky, darling, run along," Mrs Weasley said kindly, smiling at her oldest daughter with warm eyes. "Your brothers will be waiting for you on the other side, and they'll help you get seated."

"Okay," Vicky breathed nervously. She felt Ron, her twin brother, take her hand quickly and give it a squeeze. She sent him a quick smile before she let go off her mother's hand and ran towards the barrier.  

She ran right into the barrier, but she didn't feel the impact. She just ran right through the barrier. And came through to platform nine and three-quarters. She looked around for a moment, her eyes flying over the students and families, the cats and owls, and the scarlet engine waiting next to the platform. 

"Vicky, over here!" 

The familiar voice of her brother, Percy, echoed between the walls. And she turned towards the sound of his voice right away. He was standing a few meters away, with Fred and George plus some of their friends - two fifth years and a third year. She quietly walked towards them, her hair hanging around her face as she kept her eyes on her feet. 

"Aw, Percy, she's so cute!" said one of the girls - from the fifth year - with a squeaky voice. 

"I know, I know," said Percy, playing along as he looked at the girl dreamily. Vicky almost snorted at the sight. "Victoria, this is Kate -" Percy pointed at the blonde girl, with the squeaky voice "- and this is Angela." He pointed at the other girl, who was brunette with big glasses and braces. 

"And this, Vicky," said George, placing a hand on Vicky's shoulder as Fred placed his hand on her other shoulder, "is Lee Jordan - the one that completes our pranking group."