A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is really cliche. Please Review, I'll give you a digital cookie.

Also I didn't say this in the last chapter so I'll say it now, I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters.

Sylla couldn't believe no one had deigned to explain to her how to find Platform 9 ¾ . Honestly did they expect her to figure it out. Was this a test?! She was starting to panic, her parents had a flight to catch so they had left already. If she couldn't figure it out, she'd be stuck here.

She was about to completely freak out, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Oi, Witch Girl!"

Sylla turned around trying to keep the relief off her face. "Ginger!"

Then a pause as she took in the fact that there were two. "Gingers..?"

Ginger turned and looked at his twin. Or his twin looked at him. Sylla really couldn't tell.

"Fred, seeing as I've never seen her before I'm assuming she is talking to you."

"Right you are George." Ginger-or rather- Fred replied. "How are you Witch Girl."

"Just peachy, Ginger. I'd be better if someone had told me how to get onto the train, but they haven't and now I'm stuck."

"You seem to be making a habit out of getting stuck, Witch Girl, what would you do if I didn't come along to rescue you?"

Sylla rolled her eyes. "Do you know how to get to the platform then?"

"Yup." Fred replied grinning. "But the real question is; should I tell you?"

At this point, his twin cut in. "Sorry, Fred's not very smart sometimes. Just run towards the ticket barrier between Platform 9 and 10, and don't stop 'till you're there."

Sylla gaped at him. "You're joking, right."

"100 percent serious."

"If I run into a wall, I will come after you. I'll stab you in your sleep."

They both laughed and watched as Sylla brushed hair out of her face, and ran towards the wall at full speed.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in front of a sign that informed her, yes she was in fact on Platform 9 and ¾ .

"See, aren't you glad you trusted us?"

Sylla turned around grinning. "I didn't trust you Ginger, I trusted your twin there. "

Fred put a hand to his heart. "You injure me, Blake"

"How do you know my name?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me how you knew I wasn't George."

She sighed. "You have a scar near your right ear."

"Well done, Blake, you'll be the next Sherlock yet."

"Your turn, Ginger."

He smiled sheepishly. "It's written on your suitcase."

Sylla turned around, surprised, and sure enough in big black letters, was her name.

"So you know my name, care to tell me yours?"

"Fred Weasley."

"What happened to your twin?"

"Probably gone to find seats. Want to come find him with me?"

Sylla put one hand on her hip, and cocked her head to the side. "Why, Ginger are you asking me to come sit with you?"

Fred grinned. "I guess I am."