"LAST STOP" the conductor called out asthe trainapproached platform 9 at London's King Cross Station, wakingTara from the dreamy stateshe'd been in for the last couple of hours.
"HUH, what, we're there already? We only just left Manchester." she said inconfusion.
"We did...a couple of hours ago. You must of been more out of it than I thought" the boy with the reddest hair she's ever seen said.
"Who are you? When did you get here?" Tara asked.
"Ron, Ron Weasley. Just got on a couple ofstops ago, and you are?"
"Very nice to meet you Ron, I'm Tara and as you can tell from my lack of accent I'm not from around here."
"Where are you from then" Ron asked with a interested face.
"I'm from America, New York to be exact."
"WICKED" was all Ron could come up with in response to that.
"So where are you from?" Tara asked feeling like a journalist getting all the inside scope onahot young star.
"I'm from here, well not really here here... more like the country side. I'm here visiting my brothers, Fred and George. They just got a flat in London, right by Piccadilly. Heard it's really brilliant over there."
"I wouldn't know considering it's only my first day here, but I'll be sure to see it." With that said and done Tara felt as if it was time to get going. She gathered her things and said goodbye to Ron. "Hope to see you again" he calledout to her.
"Fuckin luggage" Tara cursed to herself, stumbling through the terminal like a crazy person.
"Watch your step"
"What?,AHHHHHHHHH" with that Tara fell to the ground smacking her head on the cement flooring of Kings Cross Station.
"Are you ok??"
"Yea", Tara said through star filled eyes, seeing red hair above her. "Ron I'll be fine"
"Ron? I'm not Ron. I'm George, his older brother." Tara looked and saw the boy she had just met on the train standing behind what looked like an older version of him that was talking to her.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry! It's just that I met Ron on the train and I saw red hair and I figured... oh fuck, I must have hit my head harder than I thought cause I swear I'm seeing double."
Her double vision chuckled."No you're not. That's me twin brother Fred. Do you need help with all this stuff?"
"Yea... but the thing is I'm not really sure where I'm going" Tara responded.
"Well, if you like you can come with us" George said without even thinking. "I mean... there's loads of hotels in Piccadilly, so I'm sure you'll find someplace to stay. If not, I'm sure we could take you in for a day or two."
"You know that would be nice, after all you did nearly kill me" Tara said with a sarcastic smile.
"Nearly killed you? I was watching out for you! That's why I told you to be careful." said George
"Ok.Apology accepted. I'll take your offer and stay with you." Tara said with a smile.
"What apology? There was no apology, and we said we'd find you a..." Fredranted, but George gaveFred a look that let himknow if you screw this up for me, I'llturn you into abludger and beat you all over the quidditch pitch.
"Great to have you" George said and with that Tara watched himput his hands over her luggage, say "up",and saw them each pop rightinto one ofhis handsas if it was a normal everyday thing for luggage to do this.
She blinked in amazement." How... how did you do that?" Tara called out following a few steps behind the three red haired brothers.
With a wink and a smile George looked over his shoulder and simply said "MAGIC".
