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Transfers
"I didn't do anything!" A muffled voice claimed from beneath Síle. The girls glanced up and saw a face sprinkled with freckles and shocking messy red hair looking down from the doorway. The boy pulled up Quinn, who was on top of the pile. Relieved of her friend's weight Síle stood then helped the other red head up, he was a match freckle for freckle for the boy in the doorway.
"Sorry!" she said, blushing.
"Yeah, she's only the world's largest klutz," Quinn put in helpfully.
"…Thanks." The two boys laughed.
Then one of the boys tilted his head to the side, "I don't think we've ever seen either of you before."
"I'm pretty sure we'd notice the world's biggest klutz," the other teased.
"We're…transfers. From Ireland."
"Oh, our younger brother has a friend from Ireland, 'is name's Seamus, you know 'im?"
"Yeah, uh, which one of the 500 Seamus's are you referring to?" Quinn asked.
"Good point," returned one of the boys. "Anyway, my name's George, this is my twin Fred."
"Really, never would have guessed," said Síle.
Quinn nudged her friend then said, "I'm Quinn, and this ungrateful lump is—"
"I'm Síle."
"You guys have anywhere to sit?" one brother asked. Both girls shook their heads in the negative.
"Perhaps you could sit with us, we have room. We're all Gryffindors here, by the way." The other brother said, moving back into the car. The girls shrugged having no idea what he meant and followed, dragging their trunks behind them. A tall black boy with dark hair lounged on the seat inside.
"Oi Lee, we've transfers. This is Quinn and Síle," George said, indicating each of the girls.
"'Ello," the boy said nodding at the two.
"You need help getting your trunks up there?" asked Fred, pointing to the racks above their heads.
"In a moment," Síle said, going to open her trunk. The moment the lid was open a sleek cat the colour of honey in the night leaped out and rubbed against her legs. "Good Roses," Síle crooned. Quinn was also unlatching her trunk, digging around at the bottom.
"Come on Mr. Nose, you can come out now! A ha!" Quinn withdrew with a triumphant cry, a content Dalmatian-coloured rat cradled in he arms. Everyone in the car was looking at her as if she had just screamed "THE POTATOES ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE EARTH!" and then flown around the car.
"…What? This is Mr. Pink Nose," Quinn said, petting the rat fondly.
"And this is Nine White Roses."
"There is not a speck of white on that cat."
"…Yeah, well she doesn't look like a rose either, and the only thing 9 about her are her lives."
Lee laughed, "I like these two, they've a sense of humor."
"Thank you, now I would like help trying to get my trunk up there though…" Síle said, staring at the trunk in question dubiously.
Half an hour passed with pleasant chitchat until the car door crashed open. A tall lanky boy with flaming red hair to match the twins dove through the door and flung himself underneath their seat screaming "HIDE ME!" The sisters giggled as one of the twins leaned over and said, "Oh, hi Ron. Don't think you've met these two yet. They're transfers."
The other twin said, "What trouble have you brought upon us now?"
At that moment a surly looking brunette with big curls stormed through the door.
"RONALD WEASLY!" she yelled furiously.
The sound of dawning comprehension was issued forth from the twins. The girl stomped across the car but suddenly paused as she noticed the two girls, her anger dissipated.
"Oh. Hullo. I don't think we've met. I'm Hermione Granger," the girl promptly extended a hand.
Suddenly a dark haired boy with glasses askew rushed into the car, "Hermione, don't do it! He has no idea what he said—oh." The boy stopped and took in the interior of the car.
"Well I dare say it's beginning to get rather crowded in here," Síle commented.
"Wicked scar man, you fall off your broom?" Quinn asked the boy with glasses.
"…er…no. I…ah…it's a long story—you don't know? Well, not that I mean to sound conceded…it's just…well known and…you really don't know?"
"Ummm…no?"
"These are awesome people George, where'd you find them?"
"Well that one," he pointed at Síle, "fell on me, and that one," he pointed to Quinn, "came along for the ride to the floor."
"Well, I'm Harry Potter."
"Hmmm, name sounds familiar but I'm still getting nothing."
"What year are you two in anyway?" asked Ron, finally crawling out from under the seat.
"6th."
