A/N : Sorry this is a really short chapter, I just overcame writers block due to some good reviews! Keep them up they actually really help. Pretty soon I'm gonna be asking my readers for good advice or pairings that could happen in this book, so if you want to be a part of this story, give a review!
Sister: Its wasn't writers block, he was just lazy!
"Well, you see, it wasn't really my fault! If Fred hadn't asked, I wouldn't have shown!" said Sarah innocently, smoothing her shirt out innocently. "I only do what people ask of me," she grinned, "I'm a people person!"
George rose one eyebrow, "Definitely like Ginny." He turned to the box he had previously set on the ground. "This is our new-"
"And improved-"
"-set of matchless wands."
"They aren't real-"
"-more just for show."
"But they're mighty fine." Chris and Sarah's head bounced from speaker to speaker. It was like watching a tennis match; watching the ball go from one court to another. The way they talked so smoothly together was amazing.
"And the best part is that they shock whoever picks them up."
"No, that's not the best part! You see, they can change into, say, a mouse, or a rotten banana, whenever you want."
"Our original product changed only when a person picked them up,"
"But this way, you'll be able to control it."
George opened the box. Chris leaned over curiously. Inside, stacked haphazardly, was a pile of what only remotely resembled wands. There were the classical wands, made of wood, but there were also what appeared to be car antennas, frail looking glass wands, and even a forlorn metal bar.
'This is great!" Chris knelt and shifted through the box of wands. "Remember Dumbledore saying we should keep our powers quiet? Well we're going to need wands if he wants us to fit in! Sarah, now no one will know we're not wizards, well, unless we tell them! Very cool!"
George stood back proudly, beaming. Fred knelt down next to Chris, and lifted the box from the ground and placed it on a nearby counter. He took out the wands and placed them out orderly. Chris's eye was immediately drawn to a delicate wand that looked to be made of clear glass. He reached down and picked it up almost dropping it is surprise on discovering that it was a lot stronger than it first appeared. Definitly the one for me he thought.
Meanwhile, Sarah had looked through all the wands. There wasn't one that jumped out at her, but she had an idea…
"Are you ready to pay, Sarah?" Chris asked, still admiring his new wand.
"No, I've already got a wand." She said with a grin.
Chris looked confused. "What do you mean? I thought I had all our money."
Sarah smirked, " I can have whatever wand I want. Look." She held out her hand and water quickly gathered in it, forming what could only be a wand. She clenched her hand and the water froze, turning pure white. "If I keep a tiny barrier of warm water around it, my skin doesn't even get cold!"
George and Fred stared in consternation. "Why didn't we think of that? Fake wands that will melt after a few hours. Its brilliant!" They grinned at the siblings. "This could be our next big product!"
They all laughed. Chris looked at his watch, but found that it was still dead. "Excuse me, but do you know what time it is?"
George answered immediately "Almost five. The other students should be arriving soon." Outside there was a sudden crash of thunder. Gentle rain started falling, a large contrast to the huge noise the sky was making. Chris and Sarah stared mournfully outside, knowing that there was no way to avoid getting soaked.
Chris glanced at Sarah and asked "Any chance of you stopping all that?" Sarah just glared back. Inside he had already knew the answer. It had been last summer when Sarah had tried to stop the rain from falling on them and she had immediately collapsed. When he had managed to drag her back to the house, he had to do some quick lying to their inquisitive parents to explain her exhaustion. No one could halt the raw elements… Not yet anyway. But we'll get better. I'll get better, so that no one will ever be able to attack us again.
They both said goodbye to the Weasleys. Sarah sighed and pulled Chris out into the rain.
They both started sprinting down the road back towards Hogwarts. Rain splattered onto them, immediately soaking them through and through. Mud splashed from the dirt road onto their clothes. Chris half-pulled Sarah along, wanting to get out of the rain as soon as possible. The young man grumbled at his sister, who's mouth was open, trying to catch the fat drops in her mouth as they ran.
Emerging over the crest of a hill, a train station sprawled out in front of them. They slowed as they noticed what could only be the students. There were hundreds of kids rushing off a large train and into many carriages that seemed to be pulled by large bat winged horses. Sarah pointed these out, but Chris only stared at her in confusion. "What horses? Those carriages aren't hooked to anything. They must be pulled by magic," he said, as if she were crazy.
Sarah just sighed, shaking her head. If he wanted to be like that, she'd let him. The prospect of meeting new people in her current state altered her joy for the rain. All she wished for now was to get out of the rain, and into a warm, dry carriage. She and Chris dashed down the hill. The cold water was starting to trickle down her back, causing her to shiver and run faster. She grabbed the handle of the closest carriage and pulled it open. Before looking, she jumped inside and slammed the door closed.
Chris stared in consternation as the vehicle his sister just jumped into pulled away. He quickly glanced around and shot towards the next nearest carriage. He too pulled open the door and jumped in.
