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Mint Wind
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“Aha!” A younger boy ran down the train car towards Carrie, grinning happily. He reached the gigantic spider, pulled out a small, odd-looking stick, then started muttering weird words. Latin? Carrie wasn’t sure. The boy waited for a few moments, then looked disappointed. He turned his head back and called down the hallway. “Found it!”
“Have you?” Moments later, two tall, red-headed boys came around the corner. They appeared to be twins. “Oh, you have. I would congratulate you, but it’s not exactly an accomplishment, is it, Lee?” Said one of the red-headed boys.
“I mean, you did lose it in the first place.” Said the other. “Losing track of a forty-pound spider is a sort of achievement, I suppose. We could celebrate that, if you’d like.”
“It might merit a party, at the very least. We could call it the ‘Lee Jordan engorged his spider, forgot how to undo it, and then lost it completely’ ball. Who should we invite?”
“Why bother with precision? We could announce it by shouting from the rafters. Wait, does this train have rafters?”
“If it doesn’t, we should give it some, so we can shout from them.”
“You’d better not!” The boy with the dreadlocks groaned. “Don’t be gits.”
“Gits?” The twins turned to look at each other, wearing faces full of faux-shock. “Us?”
“Well, if we’re gits, then we’d better go all the way.” The other twin grinned. “I think Lavender knows how to cast an amplifying charm. We could take gittiness to the next level.”
“Ooh.” One of the twins suddenly seemed to notice that Carrie was there. “Hold off. Who are you?”
“She looks like a seventh-year.” The boy with dreadlocks - Lee Jordan, Carrie assumed - politely volunteered.
“Ah, she does, doesn’t she? But I know all the seventh-year girls.”
“Come off it. You don’t know half.”
“Shame me for lying, then, and sack a point from Gryffindor.” The twins stepped forward, bowing slightly in mock formality. “Good afternoon, miss. I’m Fred Weasley, and this is my brother George.”
“Liar, liar.” The other twin clicked his tongue. “It’s still morning - hardly five past eleven, I’d wager - and I’m Fred.”
“Well, then, that makes me George, and spots another point from Gryffindor.” George smiled at Carrie. “So, introduction’s half done. You’re up, miss mystery witch.”
>[1] “WHY ARE YOU ALL SO CASUAL ABOUT THAT GIANT SPIDER?! WHY IS THERE A GIANT SPIDER? OH GOD, IT’S LOOKING AT ME! MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP AAAAAAAAH”
>[2] “I’m Carrie Cross. Pleased to meet you, I think.”
>[3] “Hold up, did you just call me a witch? Is that an insult? Should I be insulted? I’m confused.”
>[4] “I’m nobody, nobody at all. Can you let me by? I need to use the bathroom.”
>[5] “I’m a very confused journalist.”
>[6] “I think I might actually be insane, at this point.”
>[7] “Can you tell me where this train is going?”
>[8] _______________________________
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