"Well, you can tell us apart by the fact that I'm the handsome one," declared Fred.
"And I am smarter..." muttered George, shoulder-checking his brother.
"Fourth year Gryffindors," Fred mentioned as the rest of the compartment started buzzing about Houses.
"Beaters on the Quidditch team," George said proudly, hitting Fred with his wand as though it was his club and Fred's head was a Bludger.
Fred whispered something into George's ear, allowing the words "Malfoy," "Bludger," "Snape," and "Hogswallop" to be overheard by anyone who was paying enough attention. George's eyes went wide, and he nodded slowly.
"You got the map?" whispered Fred, looking down at George's pack.
"The map? Yeah, I got it... blimey, Mum packed sandwiches!" George rifled through his pack and brought out a blank piece of parchment, yellowed with age and spotted by small stains. He pulled out two sandwiches as well, stuffing one into his mouth and the other into his brother's outstretched hands.
"I know there's nothing like a nice Cauldron Cake or chocolate frog on the Hogwarts Express," began Fred slyly.
"But Mum sure knows how to cook!" George said, finishing off the rich sandwich.