"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"You're going to miss the train if you move at this speed!" Molly Weasley yelled at her sons as they unloaded their trunks from the Weasley's Muggle car. Tori laughed to herself, knowing that they would in fact not miss the train since they arrived at least thirty minutes earlier.
"Oi, Tori. Mind giving me a hand?" Fred was trying to lift up his own trunk. Keyword was. Tori came over, counting to three as she helped him hoist up the other side onto his cart. "Blimey, what do you have in there?" She asked him, stretching her back out. He moved his cart away from the car to make room for Ron.
"Oh you know, the essentials." Fred winked, his brother George joining them quickly. "Alright, no flirting on my watch."
"We weren't!" Tori snapped, following Percy and Molly towards the station. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment. "Yeah, your face says otherwise."
"Shut up, George," Fred told him. The younger twin didn't stop smirking though. "Why is it so crowded, is today something special?" Tori turned to the twins who shrugged.
Molly must have overheard since she turned around at them. "You three stay close. It's very busy in the morning, packed with Muggles, of course."
The trio caught up to Molly quickly, stopping in front of platforms nine and ten. Molly turned to her daughter. "Now, what's the platform number?" Ginny was quick to respond, yanking on her mother's sleeve. "Nine and three-quarters! Mum, can't I go..."
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first." Tori watched at Percy, who had also been granted Prefect, quickly run through the barrier. Percy was proud of it, letting everyone know many times throughout the summer. He was almost intolerable as Avalon.
"Fred, you next."
"He's not Fred, I am!" George shook his head, glancing at his twin. Tori bit her lip, hiding her smile. She didn't want to give it away and ruin their fun. Fred sighed, aghast. "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?"
"Oh. Sorry, George." Molly gestured to the platform. Fred sent Tori another wink, stopping right before he went in. "I'm only joking. I am Fred."
The twins rushed in after each other to escape Molly. They liked to tease her on many occasions at the fact she mixed up her own children. Tori laughed out loud, running in right after them. "You two are hilarious." She told them, watching a third boy who definitely wasn't a Weasley come through the platform.
Tori looked around to see her sister standing in front of her parents. The Silvers were giving her a nice cold goodbye. Dove was petting a white cat that sat sleeping in its crate, not looking up to see Tori. Maybe that was good, Tori didn't know what she'd stay.
"Oy, Fred, Tori! C'mere and help!" George called from inside the train. Tori saw the boy from earlier in an empty compartment, struggling with his trunk. Tori smiled at him, asking him to move out of the way. The boy did so as she helped the twins put away his trunk on a top-shelf.
