Hey guys :) Just here to say a quick thank you to Mibs Shadow for reviewing my first chapter, reviews honestly make my day and turn me into a ball of joy :3 This is a bit shorter but there will be another chapter soon!
The train pulled in to the station and I immediately felt my happiness evaporate, to be replaced with panic.
What if I'm not sorted into Gryffindor?
Or worse, what if I'm not in the same house as George?
What if I'm sorted into Slytherin?
Worst of all, what if I'm put in Slytherin and George is put in Gryffindor?
"Fred. Fred!"
I realised that Oliver was shaking me.
"What?"
"We need to get off the train. People are starting to gather on the platform. Are you alright?"
"I'll tell you in a minute, let's just get out of here," I muttered, starting to feel rather queasy.
We pushed our way down the corridor and stepped nimbly through the doorway, onto the platform.
Oliver bent down a little so that his eyes were level with mine.
"What's the matter love?"
"I don't want to be in Slytherin but I want to be in the same house as George!" I said very quickly.
"Who's George?" Oliver asked with a frown.
"My twin brother."
Oliver's expression cleared.
"If you're twins then it seems likely that you'll be in the same house. Especially if you are alike personality-wise. And as for being sorted into Slytherin?" Oliver laughed. "You're far too nice for that."
I smiled but something was still bothering me.
"Oliver...I'm a pure-blood..."
Instead of biting his lip and saying "Oh...in that case..." as I had expected him to, he just shook his head.
"That doesn't automatically make you a Slytherin. Your brothers aren't."
I smiled. I hadn't thought about that.
He looked like he was about to say something but then a giant of a man with a huge, bushy beard wearing a large moleskin overcoat came striding along the platform shouting "Firs' years! Firs' years follow me!" whilst peering at us all by the light of a lamp he was holding.
"That's Hagrid, you'd better go with him. If you're in Gryffindor, meet me in the common room after the feast."
"And if I'm not?" I called over my shoulder as I ran to join the other first years.
"I'll owl you!" he shouted.