"Honestly, Ron, why didn't you invite me along for something that fun?" That was the first thing one of the twins said when he saw Ron and Harry.
"Exactly! I missed out on the most exciting thing of my life." That was the other twin.
When the two spoke of missing the chance to drive to Hogwarts with Harry and Ron, they practically stamped their feet and beat their chests in anguish.
They were not the only ones. All of Gryffindor was buzzing with excitement over Harry and Ron's spectacularly cool arrival at school, asking them for every detail.
And so, at that moment, Ron's storytelling instincts were stirred once more.
Completely forgetting that Professor McGonagall was going to write to his family, he stood on a table in the middle of the Common Room, telling his tale with spit flying everywhere. Harry listened for a while, then could not bear to listen any longer.
What Ron was saying now was even more exaggerated than Draco's first-year boast about crashing into a plane on his broomstick.
Yet the little lions listening could not have been more excited. In particular, several of the first-year kids were red-faced with excitement.
"Harry, what actually happened?" There were also people who paid no attention to Ron's storytelling, such as Hermione and Neville, who came over to Harry. Knowing Ron as well as they did, they were fully aware that there was no chance of getting the truth out of him for at least the next three to five days.
So the two sought out Harry.
"I heard a professor say that the station platform seemed to have been sealed off?" Hermione asked.
"Right. Ron and I couldn't get in, and Mr. Weasley and the others inside couldn't get out either. And there seemed to