Roxanne Weasley sat down on the corner of the Head compartment. Her tanned skin made her glossy black hair stand out. After many fights with a curler, it had stayed straight. Roxanne fiddled with her Gryffindor tie nervously, her mind spinning with all the possibilities of the different head boys. She hoped it wasn't James, her cousin. Or Duggen, as she called him. Dullen McLaggen. His name suited, as he was as dumb as a lamppost, yet handsome. She heard the door creak open, and saw black haired freckly Frank Longbottom. Her brother's best friend. Well, second anyway.

"Roxy? Hi!" Frank waved. Roxanne studied him; her first thought was he was HOT! Then she noticed his apple green eyes, that his hair was a mixture of black and brown, settling on dark brown. He had pale skin that didn't really suit his tall, slightly chubby figure. His hair was kind of spikey, making him seem a bit more cooler than she thought he was.

"Hi!" She beamed back. Her black hair bounced.

"I'm head boy." He grinned back. His teeth were mostly straight, with only one crooked. His puffed out his chest a bit, proudly showing off his yellow and black tie. Roxanne smiled.

"Well, I'm head girl." Roxanne replied, kind of stating the obvious. Frank chuckled.

"I kind of guessed that. Not all Hufflepuffs are stupid, you know." He frowned. Roxanne covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't mean it like…" She gasped "Like I thought… I don't have house prejudice… Um, sorry, I'm sooo sorry!" She panicked.

"It's okay." Frank shrugged, as if it didn't really matter. Roxanne bit her lip.

"Are you being nice to me because I'm your best friend's little sister? I know only by like a month, August and September, but is that why?" She questioned. Frank fiddled and put his hands in his pockets, trying to show he was uncomfortable. Roxanne understood and gave a weak smile.

"Well, sort of. I don't want you hating my guts, and me hating your guts, 'cos Fred's a family guy." Frank smiled.

"Uh, maybe we should change the topic… Quidditch?" Roxanne asked.

"Perfect; Your aunt is the best Quidditch player ever!" Frank practically screamed. Roxanne laughed.

"Who, Aunt Ginny?" She grinned. He nodded. The door slid open to reveal eight fifth years, eight sixth years and eight seventh years behind it, obviously prefects.

"Hello!" Said a blonde fifth year in Hufflepuff robes cheerfully.

"Hi! I'm Roxanne Weasley, and this is Frank Longbottom." Roxanne introduced them.

"Hi! I'm Tabitha MacMillian, and the other Hufflepuff prefect is" She started.

"Josh Creevey? I've played a prank on him." Frank finished. "Both fifth years." Everyone introduced themselves, except for Roxanne, Rose and Scorpius. Scorpius was a Gryffindor prefect and Rose was Ravenclaw.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Roxanne asked her little cousin. Rose smirked.

"Surprise!" Rose yelled lamely, causing the whole compartment to burst out laughing.

"Ro-ose!" Scorpius scowled. Rose giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yessy?" She giggled. Roxanne narrowed her eyes.

"Go away, Malfoy!" She hissed. "Don't touch my cousin!"

"Yeah, get away from her, Malfoy!" Frank backed up. Rose looked scared for Scorpius, as he was nothing like his father. But she seemed to be the only one who thought that.

"Malfoy, my dad says your dad was mean!" Tabitha stated.

"Yeah, and you used to tease my dad!" Frank yelled.

"Stop, guys!" Rose yelled desperately. Roxanne ignored her.
"I can't believe I'm in the same house as you!" Roxanne spat. Her hatred of the Malfoys had come from her dad, and she hated them too. Choruses of 'My Mum/Dad said!' came from everyone in the compartment except for the muggle borns, who knew little about Scorpius' dad. Rose bared her teeth at them, clearly showing her red and blue braces. Scorpius made a fist and leaned into Roxanne, ready to punch her…

"Anyone want some food, dears?" Asked a little old lady, pushing a trolley of food. Everyone turned around to look at her.

"Yes please." Josh Creevey replied, taking two sickles out and picking a chocolate frog from the trolley. Everyone stared at him like he was a muggle in rainbow colours yelling 'Na na na na na! You can't catch me!' On May first and second, at Hogwarts, in 1998.

"Anyone else want anything?" The trolley lady asked. Everyone shook their heads.

"Okay then." The lady sighed, and began to push the load to the next compartment. Once she was out of earshot, they started yelling and screaming again, except for the oblivious muggle borns, whose names were:

Georgina Washington, sixth year, Gryffindor

Harry Mitchel, fifth year, Ravenclaw

Louis Frid, seventh year, Hufflepuff, and

Haley Knight, sixth year, Slytherin.

The muggle borns were happily chatting to Josh, who was happy to play wizard's chess with them, sometimes watching, sometimes playing. Meanwhile, Roxanne was using her Head girl skills.

"You, you and Scorpi – brat, get out!" Roxanne demanded. Rose looked frightened.

"Roxy, we're cousins." Rose pleaded.

"What do you think, Frank?" Roxanne asked.

"Well, it's a little mean to judge people on their parents." He advised.

"Fine. Scorpius, one toe out of line and I'll be speaking to the Headmistress about you as a prefect." She warned. She knew it was wrong to judge people based on their parents, but her mother and father both hated his dad, not to mention him, so it was kind of in her blood.

"Everyone, you can leave now." Frank announced. Slowly the cabin emptied out, leaving Roxanne and Frank together, alone.

"We should be there soon." Roxanne told him. Frank nodded. Outside the window, rain pounded on the glass window. The train rolled over the now dark hills.

"Oh man, I wish I got something. I'm starving!" Roxanne moaned.

"That'll teach you not to pick a fight." Frank smirked.

"Oi!" Roxanne shot back. Frank chuckled.

"Head Boy letters come first, and I was so nervous when I got mine. I didn't want Alice to be Head girl." He commented. Roxanne giggled.

"Oh, if Fred was my age, I'd die!" She said. The two burst out laughing. They'd both die if they were stuck with their siblings as Head boy and girl.

"Hey Frank, could you teach me, this year, like, how to do 'Fred Worthy' pranks?" Roxanne blushed "Because I'd like to know."

"Uh, yeah, I guess, if there's time with NEWTS and all." Frank replied.

"NEWTS. Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous!" Roxanne rambled.

"Yeah. If we fail, it could affect our whole future!" Frank smiled weakly.

"Well, I want to rock Charms and Transfiguration, because I want to help Frank and Dad with the shop, making products and stuff. I love a good joke." Roxanne explained dreamily.

"Well, I want to be an Auror. That means I'll have to ace pretty much everything!" Frank sighed.

"Yeah, that'd be hard as. My dad didn't even do NEWTS, because it was the year of the toad." Roxanne said.

"Yeah, Dad told me about that." Frank grinned. "His NEWTS were miserable."

"Yeah, he was in the year of the You Know Who, as dad calls it. Uncle Harry's first year is the year of stutter, second year is the year of Slytherin, third year is the year of Dogs, fourth year is the year of the tournament, fifth year is the year of the toad, sixth year is the year of jokes, and what would've been Uncle Harry's seventh year, is the year of the You Know Who, or the year of Uncle Fred." Roxanne explained, crying a little at the mention of Uncle Fred. She had only heard stories and seen photos, but she acted like she knew him.

"Come on, we're at Hogwarts now." Frank half smiled, trying to cheer her up.

"Oh, yeah."