New Friends and New Lessons
(I don't own whats J.K.R.s and only my OCs are mine, etc, etc.)
Soo excited! I thought. We had just left the house and made it to King's Cross. Birch had told us to run at an apparently solid wall. Rowan and I broke into a swift jog grinning and holding hands. Just when I thought we were going to bloody our face we disappeared through the brick, soon followed by Rowan's mom. We were surrounded by wizards and witches, young and old, some still grouped with their families, others with friends.
"What time is it?" Rowan asked her mom, who checked the onyx watch around her wrist.
"Just ten minutes before you leave. I'll get your bags settled; you two may look around for a bit." We squealed and raced toward an entrance to the train. It was beautiful and scarlet, so cleverly hidden in the muggle train station. I will never understand magic.
After peeking in on a few compartments we stuck our heads out a window, found Birch, and waved her down. She was talking to a red-headed man with glasses. Several children, all also ginger haired, were grouped around him. Two of them turned our way, and we giggled awkwardly as we realized they were twins. "Hello? Are you, um, Weasleys?" Rowan looked at her mom, who was nodding.
"Yes, hun, they are. They are also in your year." She turned back to the man while we hurriedly introduced ourselves.
"I'm Brindle, and she is Rowan. Her mother, Birch, told us about you. She said you were like us." I smiled shyly. "You know, troublesome."
The two boys grinned at each other. "Our mum doesn't put it so nicely. I'm Fred-"Here he was interrupted by the other twin. "And I'm George," then, they both said in unison, "pleased to meet you!"
Soon, after chatting a bit, we settled into a compartment and started to chat. "My mum encourages creativity, and as long as the neighbors don't notice, its okay." Rowan stopped the lady pushing a cart full of food and stocked up on jelly beans. "Just last week I 'modified' a sneakascope to whistle whenever an authority figure is around. Like a teacher for example. It even mmhmm sph!" the last few words were muffled by a hand full of candy. "Blech! Burnt hair flavored!" she wiped her tongue on her shirt then looked at the resulting stain.
Fred looked at the scuffed watch on his wrist. "We should probably get dressed. Perce said the train stops just after sundown."
After I had changed and returned to the compartment, the twins joined me, looking slightly mischievous. "Where is Ro? She left before I did."
They exchanged grins and shrugged. "Maybe she got held up by some prefects." Something told me they knew more than insinuated.
As we waited for the train to slow, my new pet (an owl) started to protest. As I tried to calm her, I asked the twins what kind of pet they had, as I hadn't seen one yet.
George answered for both of them. "Mum didn't get us one. She thinks we would submit it to torture or lose it. What kind of own is that? It won't shut up, bloody insistent thing." At that, the tiny bird emitted a loud 'Chirrrup!'
"She's just hungry" I said defensively. "Come here, Tidbit." The boys doubled over in laughter, tears streaking down their faces. "Did you say 'Tidbit'? Her name is Tidbit? It's because she's a tidbit smaller than the rest, huh?" They fell onto the floor, holding their sides. Before they knew what happened, I was holding over them, pointing my wand at their faces. "Langlock!"
Rowan had been delayed by a fight in the hallway between two third years. Just as she stepped into the compartment, she tripped over Fred and George, who were watching me. I was cradling my owl and pointing my wand in the twin's general direction. They pointed at their jaws and gurgled something intelligible. "Five minutes! I was gone for five bloody minutes! What could they have possibly done?" she muttered darkly and tried to reverse the spell. Not accomplishing anything, she dug around in her rucksack and pulled out a book. Rowan riffled through some chapters until the found the reversal spell.
"How did you know that spell?" George exclaimed, once his mouth was un-stuck. "Our school books don't give up enough info, let alone fun jinxes." He looked at the book in Rowans hands. "That's not a school book, is it?"
"Nope. My mum gave it to me in case I needed it. For things like that." she pointed at me. I glanced up sheepishly. "They insulted Tidbit." I mumbled.
Rowan sighed and we all took our seats again. Within the next half hour we could feel the train come to a slow stop. The prefects ushered all the first years on to the dock. A large, hairy man helped us into the boats, and we were off.
[A/N] R&R, people! New chapter by the 20th at the latest, hopefully sooner. I need a beta (correct usage, I assume?) to edit stuff and help me work the plot and what not. PM or comment if interested and we can talk (any help at all would be awesome!).