Fights
Platform 9 3/4 was wonderful. Romulus had never been around so many people. Wizards and witches, his age! He would have never been here if it wasn't for Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. He owed everything to them. I owe my life to them, he thought. He looked over to his brother. Remus looked just as amazed. They had fought their way to the old-fashioned scarlet steam engine and were staring in awe.
"Well, look what we have here, Mulciber," said a voice behind them. They turned around to look at the speaker.
A young wizard that looked their age was standing there. He had almost black eyes, with poker straight black greasy hair, and a long, hooked nose. He had a strong chin and round face that was anything but kind. He wore an ugly sneer, and he was missing his front tooth. He was average height, but skinny, in used robes. He had a middle-class accent, and spoke slowly, as if the twins were to dim to understand.
The man beside him, Mulciber, looked half troll. He was tall with a grayish skin tone. He had the build of a fridge, tall and brood. He wasn't fat though; it was all muscle.
Romulus got an idea.
"Hei, yn gadael i siarad yn Gymraeg i'w ddrysu," Romulus spoke in Welsh, (Hey, let's speak in Welsh to confuse him).
"Rwy'n hoffi'r ffordd rydych chi'n meddwl,Rwy'n hoffi'r ffordd rydych chi'n meddwlbrawd, " Remus replied, (I like the way you think, brother).
"Look, they don't even speak right," said black hair with a laugh.
"Gros, mae ei wallt i gyd yn llwyd. Ac a yw ei ffrind yn hanner troli neu'n rhywbeth?" Remus asked, (Gross, his hair is all greasy. And is his friend half troll or something?). Romulus snorted.
"What are you saying?!" black hair yelled in confusion. A crowd was beginning to form now.
"Something about a troll I think," replied Mulciber in equal confusion. If you weren't so stupid, Romulus thought, you would realize we were insulting you.
"Oedd, roedden ni'n sôn am droli, achos mae'n edrych fel petaech chi dad yn un," Romulus said, (Yes, we were talking about a troll, because it looks as if you dad is one).
"Are you insulting me?!" Mulciber screamed.
"Ie," Remus replied with a shit-eating grin. (yes).
"Is that a yes or a no," asked black hair.
"mae'n ie, " Romulus said, now with a smirk of his own, (it is a yes).
"CAN YOU SPEAK BLOODY ENGLISH PLEASE. MY BRAIN WILL EXPLODE!!!!" Mulciber let out an outraged cry. Trying to hold off from punching them in the gut.
"Wel, ni fyddai'n cymryd llawer i'ch ymennydd bach ffrwydro, a fyddai?, " Remus said with a smirk, (Well, it wouldn't take much for your small brain to explode, would it?)
That was the last straw. Mulciber rushed at them, fists flying. They were expecting it though. They wanted a fight right now. Remus dodged left and Romulus dodged right. Once he was past the twins, they tripped him easily.
Rule number one: never lose your footing in combat.
Romulus and Remus threw themselves at the boy on the ground. Remus quickly punched him in the nose. There was a satisfying crunch under his fist, as blood poured from the newly broken nose. Romulus would have done the same if Remus hadn't beat him to it, so he punched him as hard as he could in the gut. Mulciber let out a scream of pain and confusion. The twins took their opportunity and leapt to their feet. Remus kicked the bloke in the side for good measure, but was too distracted to sense black hair flying towards him.