[[ Fred, George ]]
"C'mon, you great slimy git..." Fred teased, pulling his luggage behind him as he shouted at his brother. "We'd better hurry, there aren't going to be any compartments left at the rate you're going." The Twins had arrived on the Hogwarts Express literally seconds before it left, having lost their siblings on the way. Fred shouldered his way past two groggy first-years, mumbling incoherently about how they took up too much space for their own good.
He finally found an empty compartment. Sure, it smelled horrible, but he was Fred Weasley, with his Twin, George... a little smell wouldn't do any harm now, would it?
"Fred, me boy," George said, holding his nose as he stepped into the foul-smelling compartment. "You're terrible. Can't we find another compartment?" With his brother's reluctant nod, he continued on to the next compartment, housing a few girls.
"Hello, ladies!" Fred exclaimed. "My brother Fred and I..."
"I'm George, Fred. You're Fred."
"Right, right. My brother George and I have decided to grace you with our company on this lovely ride here," beamed Fred, stuffing the luggage into the overhead storage and taking a seat next to the second-year.