Fred and George were the first to leave their parents at the station. They each took turns and hugged a parent, swapping after the hug was completed. "Fred, look after your brothers!" their mother cried through her usual bout of pre-train tears. It was Fred's theory that she wasn't sad for very long once they had all left. At the request, Fred glanced at his brother and grinned. "Honestly, woman! You call yourself our mother?" he asked, indignant. "I'm George!" And of course George played along and said, "And I'm Fred!" Molly sniffed and hugged them both closer. "I'm sorry Fred, sorry George." Fred kissed her on the cheek and grinned. "I'm only playing. I am Fred." She laughed and lightly smacked him before shooing them off so she could continue her goodbyes. They waved at their father and headed onto the train. The twins were talking in excited whispers that revolved around half-sentences only to be finished by the other twin. They had big plans. They were already seventeen and had bought a piece of property in Diagon Alley that they were going to turn into their own shop. They had a name for it and everything. Thanks to the money that Harry gave them after he won the Triwizard Tournament, it was an easy goal to achieve. They knew with their golden idea they would be able to recoup all their money in a small period of time. In their trunks, they had prototypes of products all ready to be sold to the Hogwarts students. They were their testing group. George was going to handle the feedback and the formalities while Fred was the idea man. It was something he prided himself in, not that George didn't contribute. Neither twin would say one did more than the other because they were half of the same whole. It was a thought that most people would stop and think twice about, but the twins thought it was as easy as... breathing.