Disclaimer: I do not own the concepts mentioned in this story. I do not own Dumbeldore. . . although some days I wish I did. . . it would be nice to have a wizard body gaurd. . .I do own (however) most of the other characters and their names.

Thank you: HamburgerGirl. You have successfully gotten on my good side!! Go you! More character development later. This is just a prelude!

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Adam wondered how the hell he had ended up here. He had no clue that he was a wizard one day, and here he was on this train, with these twins throwing curse from their wands, back and forth at each other, the next. They had not yet suspected that he had no clue what he was talking about. Adam was good at that. Making people think that he was witty and smart, when really he was just an idiot who fluttered through life and had no clue what he was doing. Adam had put on this act for about an hour now and was going strong.

The twins he had met, Albus and Aberforth, were identical in every way so that they could've have very well been the same person. But now, Albus had blue hair, his tongue was aflame, had a snake's tail that rattled every once and a while, and a puffy swollen stomach. Whereas Aberforth had rabbit's ears, large brown spots on his face, a squacking bird's beak, and stumps where his hands used to be.

This is called the Wish Spell. Their parents had created it when the twins were young so the boys could have whatever they wanted. They had both grown up unselfish and caring children, despite the spell, and used it for only good purposes rather than evil. Unless it had concerned their look-a-like, whereas they inflicted an assortment of torture to their brother.

All the while they had been answering numerous questions from the forth passenger, a near Squib that went by the name of Timothy Benigin. Timothy was a skinny, pallid, terrified looking boy. His large pale blue eyes seemed to be sunken into his skull. His hair was thin and a light half dead brown color that framed his face as hair on a rotting corpse would. He was layered in so many sweaters that it made him look obese and his skinny, pencil neck and skull-like head seemed disproportional, yet he shivered as if he were naked and encased in snow. The fact that there were two insane, eleven year old boys playing catch with curses probably would've added a bit of terror to the mix, but it had made him smile, even laugh.

He would ask simple questions about the wizarding world and the twins would answer, but due to the change of their physicality, they were uncapable of answering anything. Aberforth could only squak and Albus was attempting to extinguish his tongue. So for the last ten minutes, Adam had been bullshitting poor Timothy.

"Whats the houses like?" he asked.

"I wouldn't know on account that this is my first time there too, but I hear that they are constantly bickering like-" he ducked to avoid a curse which left a singed spot on the back of the chair. "Two twin boys who don't know how to aim." The two boys smiled apologetically and returned to curse fighting.

"How do you get into the different houses?" Timothy asked.

For Adam, when he was thinking up clever lies , time moved slowly and carefully, so he could construct a perfect, convincing lie, shape his face so no one could tell he was fibbing, and coat his voice with such a rich and sugary tone so that he could pull in an audience. The larger amount of people that believed it, the more true it was.

"Well, its a test. To see if you fit in with the right house. This test evaluates your whole body and spirit, inside and out. Takes control, putting you through situations to see waht you would do. Once you've passed, which everybody does, don't worry, you go into your house, where everyone accepts you because they need more fire power to go at it against the other houses. But that feeling of acceptance. . . it's going to be the absolute best feeling in the world. Like crying becuase your happy or the second you sell your soul to the devil to get just what you want, without a care that you've just signed away your life."

Adam had gotten into it, dug into his own emotions and spilled them out on the table like a bag full of jewels. The twins had stopped bickering, returned to normal, and into their seats. The three other boys stared at Adam. His lying tricks had worked again. A little better than he expected.

"Wow," said Albus.

"Do you know a lot about Hogwarts?" asked Aberforth.

"No," said Adam with a little nervous laugh, breaking the spell. "I'm just a little excited right now. I can expect to get a feeling of acceptance here, that's all."

The fearful, first year tenseness in the room had lightened a little, due to Adam's silver tongue.

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Corny I know. . . If you don't know where I got Adam Douglas from, you should be shot and buried in a dark place where none of your loved ones may find you!! Bwahahahaa cough cough --;

Second, I am not sure if Aberforth and Albus are twins. . .I just know that they are brothers. I like them as twins though so XP