Fred Weasley || Wicked (Year One)

School Starts!

Here we are. Standing in the middle of platform 9 and platform 10. But, of course, there's no platform 9 3/4. Great. Just great.

"Well, Harry. What do you reckon we do?" I asked him, 'cause I had no ideas.

"We should wait for more witches and wizards who look like they're going to school. Then we should follow them to find out what to do," he said. That actually wasn't a bad idea, but of course I would never tell him that.

Up ahead, we saw a family of red-heads. There were eight people in total. Seven kids, and one parent. The other parent was probably doing some strange wizarding job that neither me or Harry knew about in the slightest. Some of them had owls, just like us. I noticed the two twins that we met when we were getting our supplies in Diagon Alley.

"Hey, Harry! Look! It's the boys from Diagon Alley! They have to be going to school. We should follow them," I said. He looked impressed.

"Okay. I'll do the talking, because we both know how good you are at it," he said. How dare he. He's teasing me just because he knows how bad I am at social confrontation, especially around adults.

"Shut up before I make that the last thing you say!" I warned.

He ignored me and started running after the family, me close behind.

"Excuse me! Can you help us get onto platform 9 3/4? We're a bit lost," Harry told the woman, who I presumed was their mum.

"Of course! I would be glad to help you. You're a first year, aren't you? My son here is in the same year as you two," Mrs Wealsey, I guessed, said while flashing us a warming smile.

She turned to the twins. "Fred, can you show these two how you get onto the platform?" she asked.

"Mum! How could you! If you were a good mother, then you would've known that I was George, and that he was Fred!" Fred said. If you were a twin, then it would be easy for you to tell other twins apart, even if you weren't identical. You would still know how to look for the tiny details.

"Oh! Sorry George! I honestly thought you were Fred!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Um, excuse me," I piped up, "But you're Fred, and he's George," I pointed to the real Fred, and then I pointed to the real George.

"Aaaww! Come on, (N/n)! Why do you have to ruin the fun?" Fred pouted.

"Oh, so you've met before? How lovely!" their mum exclaimed. "Now show these two how to get to the train."

"Alright. Bye!" Fred said, running into the wall. I thought that he was going to make a head-on collision, but instead he went straight through!

"Yeah, bye!" George said, running in after his brother.

"Alright dears, it's your turn. If you're a bit nervous, you might want to give it a running start," Mrs. Weasley instructed, gesturing for us to go through.

I started running at the wall, and a little ways away from it, I put my feet up so that I was standing on the trolley. Don't judge me and my laziness!

"Sorry. My sister's a little reckless," I heard Harry say before I made it through the wall.

When he gets over hear he is going to pay for what he said. I stand by the door and wait for him. He finally gets through and is staring in awe at the place, so take that as an advantage and sneak up behind him and yell "Boo!" while jumping on his back. He falls over and I land on his back. I was laughing like a maniac while Harry was groaning. Finally, I get up and hold out my hand to help Harry up.

I start walking back to my trolley. That's when I heard somebody trying to sneak up on me. Key word: trying. They were actually quite loud. I was waiting for them to get right behind me, and when they do, I grab their arm pull them to the ground in front of me. I look down and see that it was only Fred. This time, it was Harry's turn to laugh while Fred groaned.