“Fred! George! Let’s go already! We should’ve left ten minutes ago!”

Molly Weasley sighed, sure that another one of her red hairs had turned gray. Had she not told those two to pack the night before?

“Everyone else is waiting in the car for you two! If we end up nearly missing the train again this year, you boys will be –”

“Oh, mum, don’t get your wand in a twist. We will have plenty of time to get to the station.”

Two redheaded thirteen year old boys loudly hauled their school trunks into the kitchen, set them down, and reached for the biscuit basket that had been placed in the middle of the large, wooden table.

“Put those biscuits down!” Molly snapped, flicking her wand so that the boys’ trunks flew into the back of the waiting Ford Anglia. “We are leaving this instant!”

“But I’m hungry, mum! Can’t we just fly the car to the station like a normal wizarding family would?”

“Well for your information, George Weasley, we aren’t like every other wizarding family out there. And I have tuna sandwiches for you in the car.”

“I hate tuna,” the twins mumbled in unison.

“I heard that!”