Around seven in the morning, the other girls start to stir.
She beams at them all. "You guys are awesome."
"You should still probably talk to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore about it, though."
He smiles at her, then resumes eating.
She takes out her schedule to check when she next has class with McGonagall.
It's not until Thursday's second period.
And suddenly the twins emerge from apparently nowhere. "So, Potter! How're you liking Hogwarts?"
"Our brothers annoyed you to death yet?"
"Nah, the boys back home were way worse. Your brothers're okay."
"They must be dreadful," George says, shuddering with excess delicacy.
"To be worse than our brothers? Unthinkable," agrees Fred.
"We're right here."
they say in unison.
"Your brothers aren't gross."
"That's because you haven't seen them in the morning."
"I wouldn't wish that sight on my worst enemy."
"If their gross is all in private it's fine, the boys I knew before were gross all over the place."