"Well that's good," Fred said as they walked away from the compartment where their younger brother sat; chatting away to Harry Potter. Not a care in the world.
"Won't bother us!"
"And that's always good," he grinned. "Would have been a pain had he not made any friends, following us everywhere... "
"... cramping our style."
He laughed, "what style?"
"Doesn't matter," George said shortly. "Now all we have to worry about is Quidditch, not failing, and the important things."
"Oh yes, the important things."
"Filch," they said together, and then burst out laughing, stopping at the indignant snort that reached their ears.
They moved over to the glass on the compartment door, and spotted a first year with a fiery glare looking back at them from her spot by the window. Shaking his head, George went to walk away from the girl with the extra large chip on her shoulder. Stopping when he noticed Fred opening the door, he cleared his throat.
"Lee, giant tarantula?"
He looked over at him with a smile as innocent as he could muster. "Just saying hello." Fred had barely set foot in, when she started.
"I know what you are planning on doing, it's very irresponsible," she said firmly from her seat. Her voice unwavering at the sight of his height.
"What are we planning?" He asked, seating himself opposite her.
"Pranks, jokes, my father told me their would be students like you. You are supposed to respect teachers, and Mr Filch deserves it as much as any."
"Have you met this Mr Filch?"
She shook her head, and went to speak before he interrupted her.
"Well you see how much respect he deserves after you met him. Right foul git, always ferreting around, looking to get any student, muttering about ancient punishments. Not the nicest chap."
"Still not right," she muttered.
"Alright then," he sighed. "See you at school." She wasn't as much fun as some of the other first years. You could rile them up, and watch them nearly burst from anxiety. This one didn't waver, she didn't cower in front of the older student. Besides, there was a giant arachnid awaiting.
He stepped out into the corridor, and was nearly run down by another first year.
"Oh, a toad. Have you seen it? My toad, I can't find him, my grandmother is going to kill me."
"Nope, but if I do, I'll tell him you are looking for him."
"Thank you," he said breathlessly.
Fred pointed back into the compartment, "she'll help you look."
He didn't need to look back to see the scowl that she would be wearing, but he knew she would have erased it by the time the boy looked at her. She was just that sort, he thought as he walked away.