"Hurry up George," I heard someone whisper. I looked down to see Fred and George come in and set something under my seat. From my viewpoint I could tell that it was a dung bomb. Fred glanced over and saw Ella sleeping on the opposite seat. His face lit up in a wicked grin. I sucked in a breath. Sure they can set up a dung bomb in my compartment, but if they touch my cat they would pay. I stealthily jumped down from the space (surprisingly) and landed silently behind them.