This, of course, raised more questions than it answered.
"Why…"
"… can't you talk?"
The child shrugged.
"Well, then…"
"… what is your name?"
Again, the child shrugged, looking a little sad now. George looked confused, while Fred came to a horrifying conclusion.
"Do you even know your name?" he asked as gently as he could.
Amber eyes welled up with tears as the child again shook their head. Fred tightly hugged the child while resisting the urge to cry himself. After standing there in stunned silence for a moment, George recovered from the shock.
"Well then, we'll just need to give you a name ourselves, won't we, Freddie-boy?" he said with an impish grin. Fred returned the grin.
"That we do, Georgie-boy. How does the name 'Angel' sound?" he suggested, smiling at the child, who smiled in reply.
"Okay, then. You shall henceforth be known as Angel... er, what's your last name?" George asked. Again, Angel shrugged.
"How about Prewett? We'll tell people you're Becky's cousin," Fred suggested.
Angel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Becky is Charlie's best friend, and Charlie is one of our older brothers," George explained, answering Angel's unspoken question.
"We'll introduce you to them and their other close friend, Tonks, later," Fred added.
Suddenly, they heard loud crashes coming from the hallway. The twins grinned.
"I do believe..."
"... that is Miss Tonks," they said, returning to their twin-speak.
Sure enough, a girl with spiky, pink hair fell into their compartment a moment later.
"Why hello..."
"... Miss Tonks. How may we..."
"... be of service?" the twins asked, bowing mockingly.
Tonks scowled at them as she sat up and closed the door. "Becky sent me to keep an eye on you two. She would have come herself, or sent Charlie, but they're too busy working out Quidditch tactics for this year, and for the next couple years, too. Crazy idiots, far too obsessed with Quidditch, those two," Tonks said, shaking her head.
"How'd you know which compartment we would be in?" Fred and George asked simultaneously.
Tonks smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she said mischievously as she began looking around the compartment. Angel stiffened as Tonks noticed her. "Who's your friend?" she asked, pointing at Angel.
"Really, Tonks. Didn't your mother tell you..."
"... that it's rude to point?" they scolded playfully.
"In answer to your question..."
"... may we present our newest partner in crime..."
"... Angel Prewett. Angel does not know..."
"... his last name, so we decided..."
"to pretend that Angel is..."
"... Becky's cousin," George finished.
Tonks continued to stare at Angel, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat.
"I'm not sure why, but... you look familiar," Tonks said in a somewhat dazed tone.
A piece of paper was shoved in front of her face, pulling her out of her daze. Looking at the paper, she read, Nice to meet you, Tonks. Is that your real name?
Tonks laughed and replied, "No, my real name is Nymphadora, but that's a horrid name, so I usually just go by 'Tonks'. Isn't Angel an odd name for a boy?"
George shrugged. "It was Fred's idea," he said, as though that explained everything. Fred seemed amused by this, while Angel just looked confused.
The four lapsed into silence for a moment,until Fred got a mischievous glint in his eye. George was the first to notice.
"What are you thinking about there, Freddy?" he asked.
Fred leaned over and whispered something into George's ear, causing his eyes to light up.
"Brilliant idea, Fred!" he exclaimed as Fred stood up and held a hand out to Angel.
"Come on, then! We're going to go prank our brother!" he said, sounding excited.
Angel hesitated, then put her guitar back in its case before accepting Fred's hand. He pulled Angel to her feet, then the three of them were running down the corridor, leaving behind a stunned Tonks. "What just happened?" she muttered to herself as she took off after the trio.
AN: My inconsistency of which gender pronoun I use in reference to Angel is intentional. I hope it is not too confusing.