flops back in seat) aahhhh, sleepy sleepy. Sorry everyone. Ran out of ideas. Forgive me.
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Before the twins could react, they were each tackled from behind, nearly being thrown from their trolleys. They wind-milled their arms to stay up, but it only just worked.
Stray looked over his shoulder at the grinning, freckly face. "Mousy?" he said blankly.
The spotted monster gave him a devilish look. "Yep! 'cuz you're so jumpy!" He went around the trolley, keeping bent so they were always at the same level. He pointed a finger at himself. "You remember me?"
Stray didn't need to think about it, but he pretended to. "……..no."
The slightly older boy pouted. "Really? You sure?"
"I think I'd remember you…." Stray sent Harry a pathetic look, only to see his brother talking animatedly to the Freckled Demon's clone. "Um… Harry?"
Harry blinked, looking over at him. "Oh. Stray, these were the guys that helped you at the bookstore."
Stray considered pouting. Great. His damned emotions were dead set on ruining the whole magical world for him. He should have expected as much. "Oh……"
The guy smiled again, super-bright. "My name's Fred Weasley."
"I'm Stray Evans."
"That's odd."
"That means a lot coming from a Red Weasel."
The boy laughed loudly, but stopped as a much more familiar voice yelled "Boys! Come ALONG! We'll MISS the TRAIN!!"
The boys hopped up, grabbing their trolleys, and the darker twins quickly followed. An entire family of red-heads ran through the bricks making up the arch, the shock of seeing it freezing Harry and Stray in their tracks.
"How… did they do that?" mumbled Harry.
"I don't have a clue."
"Think we should try it?"
"I guess…"
They walked up to the barrier-type-thingy, poking it in random spots. Nope. All solid. Maybe it needed more force?
They leaned their backs up against it, holding onto their trolleys as they did so. Nothing happened for a minute, up until they both exerted extra force. At the same time.
Baaaaaaad idea.
One second there was a very sturdy, uncomfortable wall behind him, the next there was only air.
The twins fell back stiff-diver style, hitting their entire bodies on the ground.
"Holy…"
"Mother of…."
"Ouch."
A pair of freckly faces appeared above them. ""You two alright?""
""We're just peachy.""
The older twins helped the younger ones up, and even aided them in getting the trunks onto the train. They gave a quick goodbye, before running off to see a spider that another student apparently had.
The boys shrugged as they slid their trunks across the carpeted hall and into the first empty compartment they came across. Deciding that the large boxes looked perfectly happy on the floor, and that the overhead compartments seemed a bit stuffy, they flopped into opposite seats.
It wasn't long before the train lurched to a start, and the calls of parents and children rose to a nearly intolerable level. Hadn't they said goodbye before they got on the train? That soon dulled as well, once the windows offered a view of the countryside.
"This is…odd." said Stray at length, crossing his arms.
"Seems like everything has been for a while." Harry agreed, unconsciously crossing his arms as well.
They both sighed, dropping back their heads and propping their feet on the trunks simultaneously.
"Whoa."
They looked up to see a boy their age standing in the doorway, which was apparently well oiled as they hadn't heard a thing. He had a dark complexion, perhaps Italian, with light blue eyes peering over fashionable rectangular glasses, and wavy black, well-styled hair.
""What's whoa?"" they asked carelessly, not showing their surprise at his arrival. They were used to having Petunia sneak up on them, who was practically invisible and mute compared to the rest of their relatives.
The boy chuckled slightly. "It's like watching someone messing around in front of their mirror." he scanned them quickly, smirking. "A warped and dusty mirror, but a mirror all the same."
The twins looked at one another, then back to him, mildly irritated expressions painting oppositely attractive features. ""Who's the reflection, which of us is real?""
The boy watched them for a moment, before a smirk lit up his face. So quick that Harry pretty much missed the movement, the boy was in Stray's seat, looming over him, with a largish hand stroking his pale chin. "Why the more beautiful of the two, of course." he purred, face less than an inch from Stray's.
There was a millisecond of time in which nothing at all happened. Harry stared at the boy, the boy stared at Stray, and Stray stared at the boy as if he were mad.
But of course, these things never last long.
Harry flew across the compartment, grabbing the Italian(?) boy by the collar of his shirt, hauling him away from Stray's seat. Said twin gave the boy a kick in the stomach, and their combined power sent him flying into the hall, crashing against another closed door.
"Stay the hell away from Stray!" yelled Harry, glaring murderously, before slamming the door shut. He took a few shaky, calming breathes, before turning around. "I can't believe that creep, can y--?"
Harry cut himself off, jaw dropping open in disbelief. The Weasley twins had their tall, thin forms draped around the compartment, managing to take up all the room there was, seeming as comfortable as if they'd been there for hours already. Stray looked up at Harry from his new seat on the edge of one of the trunks, legs and arms crossed, a fairly pissed expression on his face. "Did you see them come in here?" he asked, flipping his wavy hair over one shoulder. "Because I didn't, and that bothers me."
Harry looked at the door, then the twins. "…How did you two get in here?"
"Does it really-"
"-matter, Harry?"
"I guess not."
Stray pouted slightly, feeling mildly betrayed. Well, screw him. He didn't need Harry all the time! Stray stood abruptly, brushing off the back of his pants. He went to the door, pausing slightly as he waited for Harry to ask where he was going. When he didn't, the raven haired boy turned his head slightly, only to see him talking with the freckled beasts again. Dammit!
He slipped out the door quietly, knowing that Harry wouldn't notice. He crossed his arms behind his back to keep from fidgeting as he looked for something interesting to do or see.
He randomly tuned into the conversations going on within different compartments, but there was nothing that really grabbed his attention. He wasn't a gossip hungry vulture, like his Aunt, but it was always useful to know that sort of thing. He couldn't count the times he and Harry had avoided trouble because he'd heard a conversation that hadn't sounded like it applied to them.
Stray sighed unhappily, leaning against a wall and sliding to the floor. He wasn't sure why, but being away from Harry wasn't hurting him as much as it had before. Maybe because there was a completely straight line leading to his brother, and that he knew just where to find him. It was odd to be away from him, but not as depressing as before, despite that actual depression tugging at his hair.
But than again, he was bored. And boredom wasn't an equal trade for passive emotions. He was eleven, after all.
The train gave a slight lurch, at the same time as a compartment not too far away flashed pink. Stray toppled over, plopping sideways on the carpeted floor. He blinked bemusedly, wondering how long he could stay in that position before his arms fell off.
He managed a full five minutes before a pair of bony ankles came into his sight. He turned his eyes sideways, looking up at the girl from the floor, more than thankful that she was wearing robes. If she'd been in a skirt, he'd have been scarred for life, and that would suck. "Yeah?"
The girl looked down her nose at him, bushy hair fuzzing around wildly. "You can't lay in the middle of the hallway. You're in peoples way!"
"No, I'm in your way."
"Exactly!"
"Step over me if you're in a hurry. Bugging me will only keep you."
The girl scowled. "What's wrong with you! Girls like you are all the same! You think you can act however you want, just because you're pretty!"
Stray decided that he was in just the perfect position to bite ankles. He leaned foreword, mouth open, but the fuzzy girl turned on her heel and stomped off before he got the chance to get her.
Oh well. He'd get her next time.
X (Ugh. My head hurts. Must reach…. Freaking….. Hat)
A couple hours later found Stray back in the compartment, leaning on Harry's shoulder, half asleep, the younger twin also nodding off. The red-headed twins were making a very elaborate card tower with a few packs of Muggle cards, full of gravity-defying hoops and spins. There were even words written in, though most weren't the type one would repeat in polite company.
After an entire lifetime of riding the train, the door slid open, showing none other than Bushy again. Stray ignored her, choosing to stay in his half-way conscious daydream about moving to a cozy little house on the side of a misty mountain with Harry.
Bushy sniffed when she caught site of Stray, but didn't say anything, seeming content to just glare reproachfully. "We're almost to the school." she announced to the compartment at large. "I suggest you put your robes on now."
The Weasley's nodded, standing up and pulling their Hogwarts robes from their, apparently infinite, pockets. The raven haired twins gave them semi-annoyed blank looks, before Stray dropped down on the floor, pulling out their own robes from the trunks. He handed one to Harry, and they both quickly pulled them over their clothes.
The pair of pairs stepped out, maneuvering through the crowds and off of the train. Along with a hurried goodbye, Fred and George instructed them to go past the giant man and into one of the boats, preferably a middle one, before they disappeared in the crowds.
Deciding to take their advice, the twins clasped hand and hurried down the slippery rock path.
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Have to end it here
HAND HURTSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Patty betta be happy!