The Ties That Bind Them || Oc x Oc

NOT A WEASLEY

"Blow up a toilet?" said Fred. His eyes brightened, a grin on his face. 

"We've never blown up a toilet before," George added. "Thanks for the idea, Mum." 

"I'm being serious!" Mrs. Weasley practically barked at them. Her stern expression softened. "And make sure to look after Annie and Ron." 

"Don't worry," said Fred calmly, "Annie and Ron are not going out of our sight." 

"Yeah, but in classes, that's different," Annie pointed out, rolling her eyes. 

Fred huffed. "Do you really have to spoil everything, Sis?"

Annie grinned, knowing that I had touched one of my brother's nerves. 

Mrs. Weasley just sighed. 

"Just do your best. Please?" 

The boys chorused their replies, shooting me a glare as they did. 

"And I'll make sure that they won't blow up any Hogwarts toilets, Mum," I reassured her coolly. Both twins glared at me, but I chose to ignore them. 

"Right," said Mrs. Weasley firmly. "Have fun. Write to me. Oh, and Annie? Ron? Write to me and tell me which Houses you're in."

"Mum, all of you are in Gryffindor," Ron reminded her. "I'm 99.9% certain that I'm going to be in Gryffindor, too." 

Whatever house my twin brother would be in, I hoped that I would be in the same house as him. 

The train whistled. Mrs Weasley jumped, startled. Train guards began to close doors. 

"Hurry on! Good luck! Have a good semester!" 

She kissed each of us hastily on the forehead before ushering on the train. When the train began to move, Ron and I leaned out the window to wave to Mrs. Weasley before she disappeared out of sight. 

"C'mon, Annie," said Ron enthusiastically as he grabbed me by the hand. His eyes were bright with excitement. "Let's go find seats before they're all taken!" 

Ron was more in a hurry than I was. I lagged behind, peering cautiously through each compartment. That is, until I came across a nearly-empty one that was occupied by two blonde boys. Both had piercing blue eyes, wearing the same scowl on their faces. 

I took this as her chance. I knew, somehow, that I would be rejected from sitting with them, but it didn't hurt to ask. I knocked lightly, timidly. 

My eyes landed on one boy in particular. He looked like the other boy, except his hair was curly, rather than straight and slicked back like the other stubborn boy across from him. 

"Excuse me," I greeted, my voice oddly small. "Do you mind? Everywhere else is fu —" 

The straight-haired boy cut me off at once. 

"No." His voice was so sharp, taking me aback. "We're waiting for more people. Sorry." 

I glanced over at the curly-haired boy didn't say anything. He remained silent, though I could have sworn that I could see a faint blush creeping up his cheeks, something that I immediately noticed. 

I glared at him.

"Got anything that you'd like to say, Blonde Boy?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel a little pissed. 

"Go away," the boy answered at once, his tone bitter. 

I stared, appalled. 

What was wrong with him? I had half-hoped that he would at least be a little nicer to me. I recovered quickly from the shock and glared at him.