I had been packing all day to return to Hogwarts the next day. My sister, Andrea, had yet to start, but I knew that I'd be too excited to pack the day we left.
"Angel!" Andrea yelled, "Where are
you?"
"In our room!" I replied, also yelling,
"Why?"
"Hold on! I'll come up there and tell you."
she yelled back.
As my sister came to the door, all she said was, "We're going." and I immediately knew what she meant.
You may be wondering why. The thing is, we're twins. My name is Angelica Rene Moore, and hers is Andrea Lillian Moore. We're both in our fourth year at Hogwarts (a year behind the Weasley Twins), and we're also both 5'7", have reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes (most of the time, since we are metamorphaguses!), and LOVE to read.
What Andrea meant by "We're going." was that we had been re-invited to visit the Weasleys that afternoon, and spend the night, so they could take us to King's Cross Station to the Hogwarts Express.
"Awesome-sauce!" I yelled. We
both did our little victory dance, and I realized something, "I
haven't finished packing!"
"I haven't even started!"
Andrea replied, and we both broke out into laughter at the faces we
were making.
Later at the Burrow
We had finally arrived. Andrea just stuffed anything and everything into a suitcase, and I just finished stuffing stuff into mine, we grabbed our cell-phones and i-pods (being muggle-born has it's advantages!) and wands, and we rushed to the normal meeting place.
"Angel!" I heard Fred before I saw him, and I could tell by the loud and fast 'thud, thud' sound, that he was running at me, ready to pounce. I braced myself, and, being weird like he is, he pounced on me in what I and my friends like to call a 'glomp.'
"Hey Fred."
I replied, trying to hold myself as well as him up. "Why don't
you do this to Andrea?"
"Because then she might
die!"
"Why?" I was very curious.
"Well, she
IS being weighed down by George at the moment." he replied.
I turned around to see what he was talking about, and saw my poor twin, with the other 6'3" Weasley twin on her back, looking like I probably had when Fred pounced on me.
"So you both do
this?" I asked.
"Only to the very most special of our
friends." he replied as he slid off my back. "Can I help
you with your bag?"
"Sure," I replied, "Be
careful though, it's a bit heavy."
"A BIT?" he
said, "How do you carry this? What's in it? Are you trying to
kill me?"
I laughed a bit, and replied, "Yes, a bit. I'm
special like that. Books. And no, I love you too much to kill
you."
Immediately after I said that, I regretted it.
Omigosh, why did I DO that? I thought.
Do what? Andrea
thought back (through your twin-sense)
I told Fred that I love
him.
"WHAT!?" I heard her yell from across the small
park we met the Weasleys at.
