Matt Jackson was beyond excited as he and his twin brother stood on the platform waiting for Kenny to show up.
"You boys ready?" their dad asked.
"We were born ready, right Matt?" Nick said, his slow drawl lengthening the words a bit, to a slightly lesser extent then his father's did.
"Hell yeah," Matt smiled.
"It's the Young Bucks!" a kid a few years older than them yelled, jogging over. His long blonde and brown curls bounced like noodles as he headed over.
"The Elite! The - the Elite!" they chanted, pointing a finger up in the air and pressing the rest of their fingers to each other's.
"Alright, boys, I'll see you during break," the twins' dad said, heading back out to the muggle world.
"Bye dad!" the boys called.
"Who's ready to be the greatest group in Gryffindor history!?" Kenny asked.
"Oof, that's quite a tall order," Nick said,
"You're right, in Hogwarts History!" Matt said.
Kenny laughed, "C'mon, let's get a compartment before they're all taken."
"They're all taken," Kenny grumbled. "And I can't find Kota anywhere," he said as the three met back up in the middle of the train.
The warning whistle blew and the Trolly Witch started her rounds.
"Take a seat boys, there's plenty of seats all over the place," she said, her old voice gravelly and annoying.
"There's just first years in here," Kenny said.
"We're first years," Matt said.
Kenny shrugged and opened the door. The two kids inside looked up at the door.
"The Elite are taking over!" Kenny said, and the Bucks started chanting "The Elite" quietly.
"Oh, sorry, is this your compartment?" the shorter of the two asked. His brown hair was cut on the sides and up in a messy top knot.
"We were here first," the other said, his hair was the opposite, long, curly, and blonde.
"You weren't even talking to each other," Matt said.
"Fine whatever," The Brit said, turning to look out the window as the train pulled away.