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"You have them, right?" Fred hissed under his breath. "You have your half?" His tone was eager and slightly nervous.
"For the hundredth time, yes," George said, rolling his eyes. "Do you have yours?"
"Of course, I do," Fred said, aghast.
"Boys! Over here!" Mrs. Weasley called, waving the twins to come closer. They scurried over obediently, pushing their heavy trolleys to stand next to their mother, father and their brothers and sister. "Would you two like to go first? And, the rest of us will come in after you," she offered to the twins.
"No, thanks, mum," Fred said.
"Yeah, you guys go first," George added enthusiastically.
Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes at them, but after a few seconds said, "Alright, then. Ron, Ginny, come with your father and I. Charlie, Percy, you come in after us." Percy nodded, and the younger siblings clung to their mother's robes in mute fear. She pushed them through the large, solid brick barrier that would ultimately bring them to the Hogwarts Express.
Their older brothers followed suit without saying a word, leaving the twins by themselves, staring at the barrier wearily. "You first," George whispered.
"No! You go first!" Fred protested angrily.
"Fine. Together?" George suggested.
"Yeah, together," Fred agreed.
"Remember," George said, holding up his forefinger. "Do it as soon as we go through."
"Right."
They linked arms and shoved their trunks through the wall, both closing their eyes as if expecting the impact. But, it didn't come, and they floated easily onto the platform. Fred and George grinned at each other.
Farther down the way, Mr. Weasley helped Percy lift his trunk onto the train and Mrs. Weasley was busy wrestling Scabbers back into his cage. "We should probably do it now before mum can stop us," Fred said out of the corner of his mouth. The two of them shimmied through the crowd until they were right in the heart of it.
George shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out two large handfuls of magical fireworks. "Here we go!"
Fred did the same, and he took three large steps away from his brother. He spun on his heel to face George and said, "Now!"
The boys simultaneously tossed one of their fireworks into the air and they both exploded at their apex. Each caught the others, and threw another up. Several passersby were stopping to watch the spontaneous show. Fred and George grinned and continued to juggle the trick firecrackers as more and more people gathered round. It wasn't long until the fireworks created a dazzling shower of color upon them.
To add more excitement, the twins turned their backs on each other yet still flipped the ever-popping fireworks to each other. George lobbed a few over from under his legs and Fred flicked one or two over using his feet, almost like a hacky-sack.
"FRED! GEORGE! IS THAT YOU?" Mrs. Weasley was storming through the crowd, heaving everyone out of her way. "STOP THIS AT ONCE!" she shrieked, as she finally made her way to the front.
"Hold on, mum! We're almost done!" Fred called back. George sniggered.
"DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY, YOUNG MAN!" their mother shouted, waving a finger at him angrily. She dove between them, trying to catch the fireworks, though it was in vain. She managed to grasp one but it singed her hand and she released it immediately. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" she said desperately.
The twins ignored her. Fred held up a hand to George and he paused. Then, Fred threw up a rather large one the exploded with a loud bang. The blue sparkles it emitted quickly formed themselves to read the word, FRED. He bowed directly underneath his name and the audience laughed.
George copied his actions, and revealed his name in big green, sparkling letters. His bow was followed by an equal amount of guffaws.
Then, the two faced each other again, and tossed their last fireworks into the air, causing them to collide at their highest point. With the loudest bang yet, the name WEASLEY formed in enormous red letters. It lingered in the air above them for a few seconds before it shifted to be the word APPLAUSE.
On cue, the crowd applauded with mixed in hoots and hollers. Fred and George bowed several more times and waved happily to them all.
Although, not everyone was pleased. Mrs. Weasley stood before them with her hands balled into fists, her hair practically crackling from rage, and her eyes popping out of her head. "What – on – Earth – do – you – think – you – are – doing?" She articulated each word carefully and clearly, most likely to try and contain her fury.
"Mum, you know we always like to make an entrance!" George said merrily.
"We have to make a first impression early," Fred continued.
"What better time than our first day to Hogwarts?"
Mrs. Weasley was seething. Her breath was ragged and she would probably leave cuts on her palms from digging in her fingernails if she wasn't careful. She opened her mouth to lecture them, but just then, the Hogwarts Express whistled to signal its departure.
"Bye, mum!" Fred said, grabbing his trunk.
"Got to go!" George shouted.
"We'll send you plenty of letters and maybe a few pairs of Percy's trousers!"
With further a due, they boarded the train and left Mrs. Weasley standing motionless amidst the waving parents.