Casey remembered the first time he had ever met George Weasley.
Fred and George had been causing mischief in the corridors and were running in an attempt to escape Filtch. George had tripped over a shinning knight's armor and knocked Casey over. Casey's bag broke causing Casey to fluster and start to hurriedly pick everything up. Casey was extremely embarrassed. It was the first day of classes of his first year and he was already dropping things like a babbon. He was making himself to look like a fool. George and Fred were helping him pick up his things and could see Casey's embarrassment on his face. George then started laughing and shook his head. "Kid, don't worry about it. Every first year is a klutz. Hell, I'm a third year and I still tend to trip over my own feet! Unlike most people though, I can take people down with me!" Casey cracked a smile to scared to say anything. George just shook his head and laughed while muttering, "First years." A grin crossed his face as if he was remembering himself at that age. Once Casey had everything back in his bag, he checked to make sure he had shut it tightly this time. He couldn't risk something like that happening again. George apologized repeatedly and said that it was all his fault and that Casey shouldn't be embarrassed. Casey didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. George then sighed seeing that it was useless to try to get him to talk and said, "Do you need help finding where you're going?" Casey nodded and said in a barely audible whisper, "I need to find the charms classroom." George nodded and said, "Follow me, my dear first year." Fred and George then took him by the arms and led him down the hallway yelling as loud as they could, "First year coming through! He needs to get to Charms!" To Casey's surprise, people laughed but they didn't seem to be laughing at him. Rather, they were laughing at Fred and George. Casey was relieved, glad he was not having a repeat of primary school.