The Troublesome Trio

George! You moron! What a waste of a chapter! In uterus? C'mon! We didn't even know what the bloody hell we were until we came out of Mum's – ahem – thing.

Yes well...

Well?

I just want to point out that YOU had more space in there, Fred.

I did not!

Did to

Did not

Did to

I did not! You were the one that came out first remember?

Well that was probably from all your pushing!

This is going nowhere...I'm sorry George.

Me too, Fred. Shall we continue from where we left off?

Umm, well why don't we skip a few years and get to our first year at Hogwarts?

Agreed.

"Fred – George – behave yourselves!" Mrs. Weasley cried as the Hogwarts Express rolled out of the station.

George poked his head out the window. "Don't worry, Mum."

"Finally," Fred muttered as he comfortably sat down.

"Fred, do you smell something?" George asked slyly, "Fred...did you..?"

"No! I didn't!" Fred said hotly

"Well it wasn't me," George said reassuringly

"Wait a tick," Fred exclaimed, "The smell is coming from outside the compartment!" he said as he slid open the compartment door. People were running down the isle, covering their noses. Some people were desperately opening windows, while others were frantically waving their cloaks in the air to get rid of the horrible stench.

"Excuse me," Fred said, as he stopped a girl who was running towards the back of the train, "but can you tell me what's going on?"

"Someone let off at least ten dungbombs in the Prefect's compartment. If I were you I'd move because it's getting stronger up here," she said as she brushed past him.

"Brilliant!" George said as he and Fred retreated back to their compartment and started to close the door.

"I wonder who did –"

"Hey! You two!" yelled a boy who was darker skinned, and had dreadlocks, "mind if I join you?"

"Not at all."

"Thanks. I'm on the run from those Prefect prats. I got 'em good with my dungbombs,"

"That was your doing?" Fred asked with admiration

"Yep," he said as he held out his hand for the twins to shake, "I'm Lee Jordan."

Oh and that is how we met Lee!

Such a happy day 'twas!

Indeed! Overwhelming really.

I don't know about you Fred, but I'm a little bushed.

Bushed?

Tired!

Well why didn't you just say tired?

Because I felt like saying bushed!

Okay, sheesh!