"Percy, you first," Mum says as we approach the barrier. Percy nods to her and runs on through. "Fred you next."
Fred looks at her disappointed, "I'm not Fred, he is!"
George adds,"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother!"
"Oh, sorry George," she says embarrassed.
"Only kidding, I am Fred," Fred says and then runs through the barrier. George follows and then so do I. We load our stuff onto the train and bid Mum and Ginny goodbye.
"See ya soon Gin," I say to her, ruffling her hair. When Mum is busy giving the boys their sandwiches I add to her quietly, "See how long you can keep up, eh?"
She giggles and nods frantically. I turn back to the others.
"...blown up a toilet!" George is saying angrily.
"Thanks for the idea though!" Fred says brightly.
"How have we never done that before!" I add. The twins look at me happily and Mrs Weasley shoots me a reproving look.
We board the train and poke our heads out the window.
"Bye guys!" we shout in unison. Ginny has tears splashing down her front. "Bye Gins! Send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!"
We plonk ourselves onto the seats and sigh.
"Millimetre! Get out your notepad and turn to a new page," George says. I mock salute. After ruffling through my rucksack for a bit, I come to the conclusion that it must be in my trunk.
"Ugh! I put it in my trunk, I'll be back in a second," I say.
"Ems! We've been through this," Fred says.
"That notebook should be on your person at all times," George adds.
"It's far too important!" They finish together. I screw up my face and stick out my tongue. I flounce dramatically out of the compartment. That's the thing about being a Weasley triplet, you have to be dramatic. And yes, I do count myself as their triplet! On my way back from getting my notebook, I slip into Harry and Ron's compartment.
"Hermione! I don't want another lect...Oh it's you. Hi sis!" Ron says to me. I wave. "Mum's mad at you guys, by the way."
"Uh. What've I done that's put me in Mum's bad books?" I ask. Mum can be pretty scary sometimes.
"It's still for that secret," he says. I look at him aghast.
"I...I didn't...Who...Did Mum tell you?" I spluttered.
"Yeah," Ron says, biting into his liquorice wand.
"Emily! What the?" Harry asked. "How do you know Ron?"
"Ickle Ronniekins? He's my brother!" I say.
"Brother?" Harry asked, looking very confused. "So am I not, I mean, are we not actually related?"
"Of course we are," I say in disbelief. How does this not make sense to him. "you're my brother! But, the Weasley's are like my second family so I refer to them as such. Anyway, gotta dash, see ya little bros!"
As I leave, I see Harry give Ron a very confused look. I sprint over to my compartment.
"Back to business," George said, as if the interruption had been only seconds long. "Mum has now so brilliantly given us our first idea. Write that one down."
I do, "So how are we gonna go about doing it?"
"I reckon Myrtle's bathroom is as good a place as any. No one goes in there so we won't be disturbed," George answers.
"Good idea," I say, scribbling it down underneath. We go about writing the pranks until the train comes to a stop.
I get to my trunk and pull out my notebook. I hug it into my chest and begin to make my way back. I see my two little brothers in a compartment and let myself in.


~AUTHOR'S NOTE
I JUST WANT TO CLEAR UP. EMILY IS NOT RELATED TO THE WEASLEY'S BUT THEY ARE AS CLOSE TO FAMILY (OTHER THAN HARRY) THAT SHE'S GOT SO I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY FITTING THAT SHE CALLED THEM NAMES LIKE MUM AND BROTHER.