Fred and George Weasley were dealing with daily business at their joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, when a girl about a year younger than them walked through the door. She wore a teal-green shirt with a red flaming guitar across the front followed by the words 'Too young to fall in love' in fancy script. George caught her eye for a moment.
"You know," a brown haired girl said from the other aisle, "that really is extraordinary magic!"
Fred walked stepped toward the girl, leaving his brother behind. George, instead, turned to the young woman who had just entered. She was fidgeting with the charms on her necklace, her nimble fingers turning the black and silver locket over and over. She was very pretty, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. Her head barely grazed 5 foot 5 inches
"You know," he said coming up behind her, "this is a joke shop, absolutly not the place to be sulking."
She jumped a bit and turned to face him, "I'm not sulking, just looking around."
"Well anyway, I must ask, how young are you? Some of the things we sell are not for children."
"I, Mr. Weasley, am in my last year of school. And did you never learn proper etiquette? You're not being very polite, asking a lady her age. I only wear the shirt because I love music. Anyway-"
"-we do fairly steady business, they're great novelties. ...Oh, here's George..." Fred stated, talking to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
George had to leave the girl standing there. He shook Harry's hand and offered to give him a tour. When he looked back for the girl, she was gone.
'I wonder what her name is.'
King's Cross Station
Girl' POV
I was sitting on a bench, reading over my O.W.L.s once more (Astronomy-E, Care of Magical Creatures-O, Charms-E, Defense Against the Dark Arts-O, Divination-A, Herbology-E, History of Magic-A, Potions-E, Transfiguration-E. Well, no surprises there Mother always did make me do my best) and wondering how I was going to continue my 'special classes'. I used to wish I was different, but now I wish I blended into crowds better. Only two people knew about my 'abilities'. Others who found out ended up not knowing for long. I watched a busy looking red-haired fuss over some children in the midst of officials. The boy they where escorting didn't look to happy. I wonder why. Maybe I'll find out with a bit of snooping. I looked around quickly to see if anyone nearby was watching. Finding no one suspicious, I drew my cloak around me.