I stared at the brick column. Unyielding. Brick. Every year I struggle with this. I know it will take me to platform nine and three-quarters, but every year I tell myself otherwise. I tell myself that I will run into brick. Andy and Devon stared at me like I was mad. The identical twins thought it was some sort of game; I thought it was suicide. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth and ran. I stopped and opened my eyes one by one. Everyone around me was running to get somewhere or another. I took both my brothers hands, ignoring their protests, and lead them onto the train with their luggage and mine. This was quite a feat. Between the twins and all of the luggage it took forever to board the train. Andy and Devon found an empty compartment and placed their luggage up in the shelves above them. To the boys' dismay, I stayed until they were joined by two other first years. Once introductions were made, Devon tried to shoo me out silently. I understood the message and left. Most of the other students hadn't arrived yet, so it was easy for me to find an empty compartment. I laid down across the seat. I was still tired from the long ride and early morning. Outside my compartment I could hear first years excitedly running around. When I sat up, I saw that most of them were wearing their robes. Wearing those robes on a seemingly endless train ride was not a good idea. I had done that my first year. That was an itchy, hot, and uncomfortable ride. I looked down at my own clothes. The grey sweatshirt and baggy jeans were hardly flattering, but I was tired and they were comfortable. My shoes were obviously chosen for comfort, not appearance. My sneakers looked like a small animal had torn them to shreds. I turned my attention from my unsightly appearance, to the window. Boarding the train was everyone's favorite redheads, the Weasleys. Honestly I never liked most of the Weasleys. Percy always had a stick up his arse, I never knew Bill well, and Ron could be so unbelievably thick sometimes. All together this made hardly a stunning view of the Weasleys. Fred and George are in my year; they were most defiantly funny and they seemed all around good-hearted. I suppose I like Ginny. I mean she does live with all that insanity, and she seems nice enough. Their whole family was in Gryffindor, I found slightly odd. You would think at lest one or two of them would be different enough to be in another house. I really hoped Andy and Devon would be in Ravenclaw with me. I felt like it was my responsibility, to look after them, help them with their homework, and to beat down any Slytherin who picked on them. I already prepped them for Snape; it was a three hour long conversation. My thoughts snapped back to the Weasleys when the twins came into the compartment. I guess you could say we were friends. They were in my potions class last year. I was paired with Fred for over three months. Snape seemed even more spiteful with Fred next to me. I helped both of them with their homework once or twice; they even gave me a nickname. It was incredibly original. Ravenclaw. Fred and George were talking to each other intently. They noticed me after they put their trunks on the shelf. They both jumped when they realized I was there. Fred was the first to say something.

"Oh, hey Ella, do you mind?" He asked gesturing to the seat. I nodded. "So Ravenclaw how was your summer."

"It was fine." Fred and George looked at each other and sighed.

"We went over this last year, didn't we George?"

"Yes, I believe we did Fred."

"You have to be more sociable."

"Much more,"

"See you could've strangled a bear with your bare hands-"

"And we would've never known, because you weren't sociable enough to give us details."

"Such a pity isn't George?"

"Most defiantly Fred." They gave each other triumphant smiles and looked expectantly at me. I do admit it's pretty awesome when they go back and forth like that.

"Well I promise I didn't strangle a bear with my bare hands." They said nothing in reply. They only leaned in closer with the same look.

"What," I asked slightly peeved at them.

"Details, love"

"Yes details or we'll just have to assume you did something positively-"

"Positively,"

"Horrible," they both finished. I stared at them incredulously.

"I did nothing horrible, and I certainly don't have to tell you anything about my summer." I replied defiantly. The twins looked at each other

"What horrible thing would Ella do?"

"I don't know Fred,"

"Maybe he read less than fifty books."

"Maybe she killed a spider,"

"Maybe she-" I interrupted.

"Those are really not very good. I'm disappointed, the famed Weasleys twins couldn't make a better effort to make an actual joke. I suppose I'll tell you about my summer if you'll stop making bad jokes." The twins said together.

"Deal," For most of the train ride me and the twins exchanged summer stories. I think I dozed of once, and Fred got a chocolate frog down his shirt. That, I think was the best part. Eventually some of Fred and George's quidditch buddies came in and talked for awhile. I think one of the girl's name was Alicia, but I'm not sure. Some other people came and said hello to Fred and George. I changed into my robes at the last second possible. Five minutes after I retuned from changing, the train screeched to a stop.

Everyone in the grand hall were sitting calmly. Everyone but me. I kept playing with my hair or wringing my hands. People always say I'm quiet, witch is true, but they also say I'm down right scary when I'm nervous. When I'm nervous I honestly can't speak. A lump forms in my throat and I can't say anything. So I sit there in complete silence. I can barely give mhmms. I was nervous about my brothers. Hogwarts can be a nasty place. Especially because our mom wasn't a witch. Muggle-borns have it worse off, but half-bloods are still persecuted. I glanced over to the Gryffindor table. Fed and George could tell I was nervous about something. George gave me a wink of encouragement. I smiled at him and turned my attention back to worrying about my brothers. After what seemed like ages, McGonagall burst through the door, followed by the first years. Flitch placed the sorting hat on a stool in front of Dumbledore's podium. Slowly, one by one, each of the first years were sorted and welcomed. It took way to long for the list to reach the S's.

"Devon Simmons." McGonagall yelled. I could tell Devon was nervous. He and Andy both bite their lips when their nervous. McGonagall placed the sorting hat on Devon. It mumbled to itself, and then finally bellowed,

"Ravenclaw!" I stood up with the rest of my housemates and cheered. Devon took a seat by me..

"Andy Simmons." The hat took a longer time with Andy. I started to get worried. They one intelligible thing I could hear was.

"Ravenclaw, is it." I hoped that the sorting hat would place him with me and Devon. It would be ridiculous for it not to. Andy was just as smart as Devon and we were all family. The sorting hat would not split up the twins. I decided he simply couldn't.

"Gryffindor!" The scarlet and gold table cheered for their newest member. Devon and I just stared with our mouths open. Andy gave me a worried glance. Fred and George went up to him and gave him a seat next to them. I could've kissed them. I deiced to bake them a cake or something.