Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

02 - Platform 9 3/4

"Oi, Jasper!" I heard the familiar chorus of two boys calling for my brother from behind me.

I groaned out, pushing the heels of my palms into my eyes. My presence was being disgraced by none other than the Weasley twins: by far the two most annoying, frustrating, and any other negative adjective you could possibly think of, boys at Hogwarts. Scratch that— the entire Wizarding World. In all my life, no one had ever come close to royally pissing me off like Fred and George Weasley did. In fact, it was such a talent of theirs it was the only thing in this world I'd ever give them credit for.

The twins were, unfortunately, in my year and in my House, Gryffindor, at school, which meant I was always stuck with them wherever I went one way or another. And, as if it couldn't possibly get any worse than that, they just so happened to also be best friends with my brother. And I mean best friends. They did everything together. They were three peas in a pod. Inseparable. Everywhere one of them went, the other two were sure to follow right behind.

Though, despite being that way with Jasper, they were nowhere near close to being my friends. They never have been and they never, ever will be.

Since the moment I'd first met them through my brother two years ago, we'd never gotten along. Right from the get-go, I could tell we were polar opposites. They were outgoing, incredibly obnoxious, inconsiderate, devious little rule breakers who lived and breathed to torment their fellow students and professors through pranks, practical jokes, and being class clowns. They were nothing but trouble. I, on the other hand, was much quieter, more serious, way more respectful, and couldn't care at all about acting like a fool or anything of the like. I enjoyed studying, reading, writing, and being nice to other people. All things they did not excel at. These striking differences between us had therefore always been the root of us butting heads constantly for the last two years.

Now, while Fred and George would probably love to tell you that I was a stuck-up, goody-two-shoes, party-crasher if you were to ask for their oh-so-noble opinions of me, I assure you I am actually quite an ordinary girl with exceptionally reasonable morals. They simply just fail to conform to societal expectations of civilized behavior. Thus, I cannot be blamed for my hatred towards them. Especially if you knew I had nothing to do with fueling it in the first place and that they had created our vexing relationship we have currently.

Though we've always been different from the get-go, I wasn't the one to start our rivalry. They were. Upon first arriving at Hogwarts and coming to find out how unalike we were, I minded my own business when it came to them. I avoided them and ignored them as best I could. There was no reason for me to do anything about us being so dissimilar other than continuing on with my life as it was and letting them live out their own however the please. People are allowed to do what they want, but if I didn't agree with it, I wanted to be kept out of it. So, that's what I did. I stuck to myself.

But despite being completely mature and rational about the situation, apparently this logic of mine backfired. Because I'd kept to myself, one day the twins and Jasper thought it would be absolutely hilarious to prank me. To bother me simply because I'd never shown any interest in them and what they did before and they clearly wanted me to.

Though I most certainly hadn't enjoyed it when they'd found a way to levitate my school books out of my arms that day and make a fool out of me in front of the entire courtyard while I tried to get them down out of the air, I'd initially brushed it off for the most part. I'd figured it'd be a one time thing; they'd finally pranked the quiet, studious girl and could check that off their list and move on to torment other innocent students.