Amelia has never seen anything more beautiful in her life than the Hogwarts Express.
Cradling Lucas in one arm and a suitcase filled with supplies selected by Dumbledore in the other, she takes the first step onboard, her indecisiveness carrying her throughout the train, unsure of where to sit.
Finally, she decides on a small, somewhat cramped compartment in the black, sinking down into the seats and savoring the quiet. Most of the students are still waiting outside, saying goodbye to their parents and siblings, but she hasn't got any of those.
The Teacher had driven her to the station, helping her take her suitcase out of the taxi and wrapping her in a stiff, unemotional embrace, and telling Amelia to send her a letter straightaway if anything seemed wrong.
Just as Amelia lowered her head onto the back of the seat, feeling relaxed for the first time in ages, the train began vibrating with the thudding, sudden footsteps of giddy eleven-year-olds.
"Don't do anything Percy wouldn't do!" she hears a shrill mother's voice shout, interrupting the quiet. "And don't do anything Charlie would do-"
"Yeah, we know, mum, I know-" The last sentence coming from a slightly-high, male voice, one echoing ever closer, and, as she opened her eyes, intruding in the peace and quiet of her compartment.
There were two of them, identical. Both had short, choppy auburn hair and pleasant, happy faces. She didn't trust them immediately like she did Dumbledore, but she did like them immediately.
Not that she'd say that, of course.
"'Ey," the one on the right said, sitting in front of her, the other one sitting beside him. "Fred Weasley."
"George Weasley," the other one echoed, slightly quieter than the other.
"Sorry to bother, all the others are full," Fred said, sounding not very sorry at all, and Amelia hugged her plant closer. George, either stricken silent by fear or shyness, was concentrating very hard on looking out the window.
"'S okay," Amelia said, her voice barely a whisper, and she decided to venture a question. "Are you... are you first years, too?"
"Yeah," Fred agreed, readily. "It's not so bad, though, Mum wanted us out of the house, and our brother Percy's two years up from us, and it doesn't seem so bad for him... all our brothers have gone."
"You have... more?"
"Oh, yeah, Charlie, and Bill, Percy, of course, and Ron, he's the baby-" He laughed mid-sentence. "We turned his teddy bear into a spider last year, and he thought it was a great joke. He's great. Easily our favorite - right, George?"
"Mhm," said George, now doing a crossword puzzle, while staring at the crossword puzzle like he'd never seen or done one in his life.
"What house do you think we'll get, George?" Fred asked, leaning back.
George raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't exactly be shocked if it was Gryffindor."
Fred laughed.
"All our family's been in Gryffindor," Fred explained. "What about you?"
Amelia shrugged, staring at the ground. She'd heard about the houses, but she didn't know much about them.
"Slytherin?" she tried, raising her voice a little, and both Fred and George laughed like it was the funniest joke either of them had ever heard.
"You? Slytherin?"
"Yeah, me," she defended. "You've barely known me ten seconds, either of you. Could be."
"Sure," Fred said. "Anything's possible. The house of cunning, and terror, and the one that's in a dungeon, under a lake - that sounds very much like you."
Amelia folded her hands, setting Lucas down, tucking him into a cupholder.
"Fine," she conceded. "We'll just see, won't we?"
"Yeah, we will."
"Yeah."
"So we will."
"So there-"
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Sorta, Kinda // George Weasley x OC
Hayran KurguAmelia Owens has always lived in the background. Her first bad omen is when she's sorted into house Hufflepuff and can't quite fit in. Spells don't come easily to her, and she's not very good at making friends. Worst of all, she knows almost nothing...
