Weasley
The Mother of the five had taken out her handkerchief, actively rubbing at Ron’s nose. “Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.”
He was trying to jerk away but he couldn’t once his mother had her grip on her youngest son. “Mom – geroff.” He managed to wriggle free from her clutches.
“Aah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?” said one of the twins, could have been Fred, could have been George.
“Shut up.” Was all Ron had left to reply.
The lady pipes up. “Where’s Percy?”
“He’s coming now.” One of them answers as the oldest boy struts into their all his sight.
Percy walked up to the rest of his family wearing a shiny red and gold on his chest with what he was assuming the letter P engraved in it, thought he couldn’t see the exact design from where he was sitting. Harry didn’t believe he’d seen anyone else wearing one, so Percy wearing one was a bit on an eyesore. Unsure if it was something school related, he should know, Harry listened in more carefully and that he couldn’t deny, they seemed a little interesting.
“Can’t stay long, Mother.” Percy spoke first before the rest. “I’m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves –”
One of the twins in a mockery of surprise interrupted him. “Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” Whichever twin it was continued on to speak. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”
“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it” The other spoke, then the two continuing to make teasing jeers at the Prefect. “Once –”
“Or twice –”
“A minute –”
“All summer –”
“Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect after Fred and George finished another’s sentences with twinly tuition.
“How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” One of the twins brought light to the fact that Percy’s robes did look newer than the rest.
Harry knew that what the others wore were more than likely hand me downs, as he had been wearing his cousin’s clothes almost all his life. His first pair of own clothes, excluding underwear, since he always got new ones of those, were his Hogwarts school uniforms. Those were his first set of clothes that actually fit him for a change because his cousin was much bigger than him.
Fondly the plump woman responded to either George or Fred’s question. “Because he’s a prefect. All right, dear, well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there.” She ended up giving Percy a loving goodbye kiss on the cheek.
If any normal person heard the words, send me an owl, from your mouth, they would have stared at you like you were crazy. He knows he did when Hagrid, the big man who visited a rented shack to tend to Harry’s letter postage problems mentioned sending an owl. Then the man on that day, Harry’s birthday reached into the pockets of his large coat and pulled out an owl. Back then, it was an astonishing sight and row of words.
The mother then turned to the twins after she sent Percy off on his way. Seeing as though the conversation shifted from Percy and his prefect patch, Harry assumed that it was some school rank, considering that the prefects had their own carriage spaces. They probably got extra status or perks too in Hogwarts. Although he wasn’t sure what, as he never did go to school. He once he had looked through his cousin Dudley’s homework and he was punished for it and Dudley had been enjoying himself at the sight.
“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve – you’ve blown up a toilet or –” Harry paused at the plump ginger’s words, but it wasn’t long until the twins replied.
“Blown up a toilet?” Whichever twin it was, looked in the mirror and found the other grinning back. “We’ve never blown up a toilet.” George, or not George said.
“Great idea though, thanks, Mom.” The two twins sniggered.
Their mother in return gave them a look. “It’s not funny.” Her expression softened a little but still a slight bit stern. “And look after Ron.”
“Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.” A twin teased.
All Ron had left to say again was the same. “Shut up.” Harry realised then Ron was almost the same height as the twins, who were older than him, he just didn’t know by how much, and now Ron was sporting a pink patch on his nose.
“Hey, Mom, guess what?” One of the twins changed the subject. “Guess who we just met on the train?”
Immediately Harry leaned back very quickly so they wouldn’t have a chance of them seeing he was eavesdropping into their conversation they were having. He’s kind of figured out what the twins, Fred and George or George and Fred, were like. It sounded like they were pranksters or jokesters, but blowing up a toilet, that just seemed wild. It wouldn’t seem too nice if they caught him listening in on a potentially private conversation.
“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?” One of the gingers questioned their question.
“Who?” Another voice asked, he wasn’t quite sure who it was, but Harry assumed it was Ron.
“Harry Potter!” The twins or both sung once more.
Then the little girls voice was in earshot. “Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, oh please…” She begged.
“You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.”
He could quite agree with the mother of the five. He’s unlike the Brazilian Boa Harry set free from a zoo back in Little Whinging, where he was from. That was before he knew he were a wizard. It was his cousin’s birthday and he all but hated the fact that Harry had to come along. Accidentally, in return, Harry gave him a gift of his own, a snake that tried to kill him, but really it did not. That was just what Dudley exaggerated it to, barely even nipped at their heels.