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“C’mon, Fred! Mum said I was supposed to sit with you until we got to school!”
“Oh, did she? Is little Wonald too scared to find a compartment for himself?”
“Everywhere else is full! George, c’mon, people are staring!”
“I’m not George, he is!”
“WHATEVER! Okay, fine, just fine! If I get killed by some Slytherin wackjob it’s on your hands and Mum’ll never forgive you!”
Ron stormed off, as well as he could while dragging his trunk. He’d gotten about 2 more compartments full of laughing students (with not-frayed robes, he might add) down when Lee Jordan came running after him.
“C’mon little guy, they’re just pulling your tail, you can sit with us.”
“No. I’m not going back. They’ll just laugh at me.”
“Yeah, well that’s what big brothers are for.”
“You don’t need to tell me that, I’ve got a slew of them.” Ron pouted.
“Well, suit yourself, but watch out for them Slytherins - between you and me, they’re all wackjobs.” Ron gulped.
“What are you doing outside your compartment with your trunk? Trunks are supposed to be stored by 5 minutes before the train starts, Ronald, you have no excuse because I know I’ve mentioned this very rule at home.”
Lee and Ron looked at each other. Percy. Ron rolled his eyes.
“It’s not my fault! Fred and George aren’t letting me in.” Ron glared over at them.
“No, we said he could come in now,” Lee corrected.
“Whatever, just get that trunk up before it hurts somebody,” Percy stalked off, nose at a funny angle pointing upwards. Lee sniggered.
“Gosh I can’t believe you’re related to that.”
“You’re tellin’ me.”
Lee helped Ron drag the heavy trunk back to his compartment, where Fred and George were all too happy to rant about Percy being a pompous prat and completely forgot about teasing Ron.
“Anything from the trolley, dears?”
Three hands with ugly, crumpled sandwiches flew into the air.
“We’re all set,” said Fred, George, and Ron in unison.
“I’ll get a pumpkin pasty,” said Lee, grinning evilly. Fred and George grumbled as they could smell it. Lee didn’t give them one bite and make exaggerated sounds of enjoyment until Fred clocked him on his shoulder.
“Alright, alright, just a bit of fun, no reason to get testy,” Lee smirked. He wasn’t rich himself, but enjoyed their start-of-year ritual of coveting his treat.