Georges POV
I stared at Fred, who was throwing a dung bomb at the floor. We laughed quietly in front of mum, whose name was Molly Weasly. 'WHAT WAS THAT BOYS!?' mum roared. Fred and I were in our first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 'Come on George,' said mum,
'I'm not George!' said a puzzled Fred,
'As a matter of fact I'm George!' said I, Sniggering quietly. Mum started to tut at us, as we landed in the car park at Kings Cross Station, at last we were going to Hogwarts, we had all our books and equipment, which was fit to burst in our trunks. We set of another dung bomb for our delight.
Fred's POV
'WOO! Look at her go!' I shouted, in our compartment obviously. The plump, old witch came round with her little trolley and when she wasn't looking we raided the trolley. 'Quick sit down George!' I whispered urgently, at that second the plump witch turned round and saw her trolley unharmed, she then waddled on to the next compartment. After a while she then realized that they were fake.
The train suddenly stopped and the train doors opened to let the other students out, when I got out me and George, whilst grinning, made the first year guider, who's name was Hagrid, the schools gamekeeper, jump by setting of a dung bomb behind his back.
