Cardigans are Cool

The Weasleys

Heavy smoke. That's all that covers their eyes as they make their way through King's Cross, arms linked (as always), trying to find a "platform 9 ¾". Both twins remember McGonagall saying that number, and that was the number plastered on the tickets. But what McGonagall had failed to mention is how the fuck to get there.

"Bruh, where the fuck is this platform?! I'm starting to think we're being pranked," called out Delilah, her voice finding its way through the thick smoke and into Noah ears. Noah looked down at her ticket and back up to Delilah, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Honestly Lilah, your guess is as good as mine." she paused looking around the station for a solution. "Maybe someone around here could help?" Delilah looked at her sister, trying to understand why she had no common sense. Honestly, Noah was so smart when it came to books and statistics but when it came to the obvious, she was oblivious.

"Noah, think, you egg. We're surrounded by muggles! If we ask someone, we will look crazy." Noah's excited smile faltered as she tried to come up with a new solution. Suddenly a voice of what seemed to be a middle-aged woman penetrated Noah's thinking.

"Stupid Muggles!" the voice exclaimed, seemingly trying to be quiet but also trying to get her point across. Noah and Delilah's eyes glimmered at this word as they ran towards the sound. A fiery red ocean came into view, blurred by the smoke being produced by the machine that surrounded them. Upon further inspection, this fiery red ocean wasn't an ocean after all, it was a family.

"Excuse me!" Delilah shouted trying to get them to slow down their fast-paced walk to god knows where. The woman, who they assumed to be the one they heard previously, turned around and inspected the noise, seeing two girls run up to her trying to carry their things, and not drop their tickets, and not lose each other, and just being messes in general. She stopped abruptly waiting for the girls to catch up. "Hi, thank you for stopping. I'm Delilah, this is my sister Noah. We heard you say muggles?" at this, the woman's eyes showed a sudden glimpse of confusion and care. She reached her hand out, Delilah slowly taking it.

"Molly Weasley, pleasure to meet you girls. This is my family." she gestured to the redhead group behind her. Molly was a small woman, however she seemed tall to Noah. Her frizzy ginger hair consumed her face, a caring smile seen behind it and rosy cheeks under hazel eyes that stared right into Delilah's. She was wearing a long cardigan, the colour a light brown similar to Noah's, but the edges tinted orange. A light green dress that reached the middle of her shins tucked comfortably around her. She was what you'd expect a loving mother to look like. "Witches yes?" the girls nodded excitedly. "Do you need help, dears?"

Delilah smiled towards her sister, happy to have finally found some help "Uh, yes please. This is our first year and we have no idea where platform 9 ¾ is." At this, Molly's eyes widened, shocked and confused.

"First years? But you look about 16? My babies Fred and George are your age, and they're in their sixth year!" both Noah and Delilah's eyes travel over to the redhead lanky boys, leaning against their trollies doing their best casual poses. This emits a small giggle from Noah who was silent prior, causing Delilah to wave at the boys, happy that her sister is becoming more comfortable around the male species. The redhead twins both wink simultaneously, one of them almost tripping as he leans too far back on his trolley. Delilah rolled her eyes, but giggled at the inept boys.

"Not necessarily first years. We're joining fourth year as we've been held back. We missed the first 6 years..." Noah spoke up trailing off at the end, becoming shy from the look of confusion still apparent on Molly's face. Delilah gave Noah's hand a reassuring squeeze, as talking to strangers was never something she enjoyed.

"Ah... alright, dears. Just follow Ron through that wall. It can be scary, but you'll be fine." Molly smiled, patting the girls comfortingly on the shoulder in response to their baffled looks. A clueless looking ginger boy took his trolley and dashed towards the wall, surprisingly not suffering debilitating injuries. He phased right through it. 

"Do you wanna go first?" Delilah asked. Noah nodded reluctantly. "I'll be right behind you, you vampire." She smiled, squeezing Noah's hand. Noah giggled at the insulting nickname given to her because of her impressive paleness, letting go of Delilah's hand. She took her trolley, ran at the wall, bracing for the impact. And, of course, the impact didn't come.