Ron shifted his weight to his alternate leg, flicking his arm upward towards him. His eyes fell to his wristwatch, a near-useless mechanism that once belonged to Percy. The timepiece dangled on a miniscule sliver of metal, the band appearing on the verge of snapping. He squinted, trying to make out the faded numbers that the distorted wire hands pointed to. "Nine fourty two," he read aloud, frowning. He let his lanky arm drop back into place. "Where are they?"
Ginny glanced up from her book, holding her thumb between the pages to keep her place. "Maybe the muggles are holding Harry back," she offered, meekly. "And maybe Hermione was late returning from her holiday with Krum." At this point, Ginny realized that her brother was now grinding his teeth in frustration. "But Hermione would never miss the first day of school," she added quickly.
"Right," Ron muttered through his teeth. He checked the time again, becoming increasingly impatient. Ginny sighed and turned her attention back to her literature.
Ron stuffed his hand into the pocket of his jeans, fishing blindly through the tangled mass of string, buttons, and knuts coated with the remains of a melted chocolate frog. He impulsively drew out his hand, wiping his sticky fingers on his jacket.
"Ron! That's disgusting," scolded Ginny, wrinkling her freckled nose. Ron merely shrugged. Ginny shook her head disapprovingly, her neat, red ponytail swinging from side to side.
"I'm in no mood to be mothered by you," Ron snapped, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm going for a walk."
Ginny's lips turned upwards in a small smile. "Good," she replied. "I can finally get some peace and quiet so I can read my book."
Ron turned from his sister, who was now concentrating intently on the thick book held in her hands. He began to wander around the platform, examining his surroundings. He caught sight of several confused first years and sniggered quite audibly at their bewilderment.
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