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MidReal Story
The Twins' Secret
Scenario:Twins weasley x rose serves Snape.
Rose is daughter of professor Snape.
She is in same year with Twins weasley.
Twins weasley are head over heels for rose.
And rose don't have any ideas about it.
They both try to befriend with her.
Rose became friends with them she likes both weasley twins but never tell because it might make both twins against each other.
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Fred Weasley
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is mischievous, loyal, and humorous. Fred is part of the Weasley twins, known for their pranks and antics. He harbors a secret crush on Rose Snape, who is unaware of his feelings. Fred often collaborates with his twin brother George to win Rose's affection, but their methods are often unsuccessful.
George Weasley
side_character, male. He is a Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is playful, clever, and adventurous. George is the other half of the Weasley twins, known for their mischief and camaraderie. Like his brother Fred, he has a secret crush on Rose Snape but struggles to express it effectively. George often partners with Fred in their attempts to impress Rose but faces rivalry from his twin.
Rose Snape
protagonist, female. She is a Slytherin student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is intelligent, independent, and reserved. As the daughter of Professor Snape, she navigates her father's strict expectations while maintaining her own identity. Unaware of the Weasley twins' affections for her, she befriends them without realizing their romantic interests in her.
"Fred, I am in love with Rose daughter Professor Snape," I said to my twin brother.
"I am also in love with her," he replied.
"Then what should we do?"
I asked him.
"We will try to win her heart," he replied.
"But beware, do not try to make me fail," I warned him.
"I will also warn you the same," he said.
"Let's go and try to win her heart," I said.
"Ok, let's go," he replied.
Rose is in the same year as us at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She is a ravenclawn while we are Gryffindor.
We went to the Great Hall where everyone was eating lunch.
We looked around for Rose and finally found her sitting at the ravenclawn table.
We walked over to her and said, "Hi, Rose."
She looked up from her food and said, "Hi, Fred and George."
We sat down next to her and started talking.
We told her jokes and played pranks on her to make her laugh.
After lunch, we walked with her outside the Great Hall and then we had an idea.
We would give her a prank gift and then tell her that we were joking.
We went to our room and took out two things that looked like bombs but they were not.
We gave them to her and ran away.
She shouted, "What are these?"
We shouted back, "They are gifts."
She threw them away and they exploded with water.
After the water explosion, she stood there dripping wet.
George and I looked at each other and knew it was time to confess.
We walked back to her cautiously, each step feeling like a mile.
"Rose," I said, my voice steady despite the nerves.
"We need to talk."
She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed us suspiciously.
"Yes, what is it?"
George asked.
"We both like you... a lot," he said.
Her eyes widened and she looked between us.
"I didn't know," she admitted softly.
"We just wanted to be honest," I said.
We stood there in silence for a minute until Rose finally spoke up.
"Let's talk later," she said, her voice steady but cautious.
George and I nodded in agreement.
We watched as she walked away, leaving us alone in the corridor.
"Fred, I have an idea," George whispered to me.
"What is it?"
I asked him.
"We will give her a love potion," he replied.
"But that's not right," I said hesitantly.
"We have to do something," he said, his voice filled with determination.
"Why not just ask her out properly?" I suggested, trying to steer us away from trouble.
George frowned, considering my words.
"Alright, but let's make it memorable," he finally agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
That evening, George and I found ourselves standing outside the Slytherin common room, cloaked in the shadows of the dimly lit corridor.
Our hearts raced as we whispered our plan.
I had been hesitant at first, but George's persistence had finally won me over.
We had brewed the potion meticulously, making sure it was perfect.
The potion was a light pink color and smelled like roses.
We crept inside, careful not to make a sound.
The dormitory was quiet, save for the soft snores of sleeping students.
We tiptoed to Rose's bed, the vial clutched tightly in my hand.
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at George who nodded encouragingly.
"Fred, are you sure about this?" George whispered, sensing my hesitation.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the vial in my hand.
"No, I'm not," I admitted, "but maybe we should just tell her how we feel without any tricks."
George nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with understanding.
"Let's do it," he said, determination etched on his face.
The next morning, as the sun rose over the castle, I found myself pacing the Gryffindor common room, rehearsing what to say to Rose.
George sat nearby, fiddling with a quill, his usual bravado replaced by quiet anticipation.
We had agreed to meet Rose by the lake after breakfast, hoping the serene surroundings would ease our nerves.
As we made our way down to the lake, the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds.
We spotted Rose sitting under a tree, engrossed in a book.
Taking a deep breath, I approached her cautiously, George by my side.
"Rose," I began, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest.
She looked up, her eyes locking with mine, the vial still cool in my hand.
George nudged me forward, urging me to speak.
"We brewed a potion for you," I admitted, the weight of our decision settling in the air.
Her brow furrowed slightly, curiosity mixed with caution.
"But we decided honesty is better," I continued, extending my hand, offering her the vial as a symbol of our sincerity.
George nodded in agreement, his usual grin replaced by an earnest expression.
Rose took the vial, examining it closely before placing it gently on the grass.
"Thank you for being honest," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.
I felt a mix of disappointment and relief wash over me, George's gaze mirroring my emotions.
"We understand," I managed to say, forcing a smile.
George nodded, his usual mischief momentarily absent.
Rose looked at us with a hint of sadness, perhaps sensing the depth of our emotions.
"I value our friendship," she added, her voice sincere.
We stood there for a moment, the silence between us filled with understanding and acceptance.
Finally, George broke the tension with a playful jab at my shoulder.
"Well, at least we know now," he chuckled, his grin returning.
I couldn't help but laugh, the weight of our confession lifting off our shoulders.
As we walked back to the castle, the lake's tranquility fading into the distance, George and I exchanged a glance.
We knew that our decision had been necessary, but the weight of our emotions still lingered.
We needed advice, someone who could help us navigate this complex web of feelings.
And so, we sought out Hermione in the library, hoping her insight would guide us through this uncharted territory.
As we approached her table, she looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was amiss.
"Fred, George," she said, her voice tinged with concern.
"What's wrong?"
"We told Rose how we feel," I admitted, glancing at George beside me.
Hermione listened intently as we recounted our encounter by the lake, her expression shifting from surprise to understanding.
When we finished, she let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging under the weight of our revelation.
"You shouldn't have asked her," she said firmly, though her voice held a hint of empathy.
"Rose has feelings for both of you but didn't want to cause a rift between you."
George's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick glance with me, realization dawning on his face.
"So she knew all along?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and relief.
Hermione nodded, her gaze softening. "She was waiting for you both to figure it out together."
I felt a mix of emotions swirl within me, the weight of our confession shifting.
"We didn't know," I admitted, my voice filled with regret.
Hermione's expression softened further, her eyes filled with understanding.
"I know," she said gently.
"It's not your fault."
We stood there for a moment, the silence between us filled with the weight of our realization.
Finally, Hermione spoke up, her voice filled with determination.
"Fred, George, you need to show Rose that it's more than just attraction."
Her words echoed in my mind as we left the library, George by my side.
The corridors seemed to stretch on forever as we wandered aimlessly, lost in our thoughts.
"What if we show her it's more than just attraction?"
George suggested, his voice filled with determination.
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities.
We needed to prove to Rose that our feelings went beyond mere infatuation.
But how?
As we continued to ponder this question, an idea began to form in my mind.
We would spend more time with Rose, deepening our connection and showing her the depth of our emotions.
And so, we devised a plan. The next day found us in the Great Hall during breakfast, scanning the room for Rose's familiar face.
Finally, we spotted her sitting alone at the Slytherin table.
George nudged me forward, his eyes shining with determination.
It was time to put our plan into action.
We approached Rose cautiously, not wanting to startle her.
She looked up as we neared, a hint of surprise flickering across her features.
"Fred and George," she said softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"Can we talk to you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Rose hesitated for a moment before nodding consent.
We led her outside into the courtyard, finding a secluded spot away from prying eyes.
The air was crisp and fresh as we sat down beside her on the grassy slope overlooking the lake.
"Rose," I began tentatively, "we wanted to talk about what happened yesterday."
Rose glanced at us warily but remained silent, allowing us to continue. "We understand that you value our friendship," George interjected smoothly, his voice filled with sincerity.
"And we do too. But we also want you to know that our feelings for you go beyond mere attraction."
I watched Rose closely as George spoke these words, searching for any sign of emotion within her eyes.
The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the lake, creating ripples on the water's surface.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the faint hint of dampness from the nearby trees.
As we stood there, surrounded by nature's beauty, I focused intently on Rose, searching for any sign of emotion within her eyes.
Her gaze remained attentive, her expression unreadable as she listened to George's words.
"We want you to know how much you mean to us," I added, my voice steady despite the nervousness fluttering within my chest.
George nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with determination.
"It's more than just a crush," he continued, his voice filled with sincerity.
Just as Rose opened her mouth to respond, a figure emerged from the castle doors behind us, their robes billowing like dark clouds.
"Rose," Professor Snape called sharply, his voice carrying across the courtyard.
I turned to watch as he approached, his robes fluttering behind him like a stormy tempest.
His eyes locked onto mine, their piercing intensity sending a shiver down my spine.
"Come with me," he instructed, his voice firm and authoritative.
Rose hesitated for a moment before rising to her feet, casting us a brief apologetic smile.
As she followed her father back into the castle, George and I exchanged worried glances.
This conversation could change everything.
The knot in my stomach tightened as we made our way to Professor Snape's office, the corridors stretching out before us like an endless maze.
Each step echoed with determination, our footsteps resounding through the empty halls.
We needed to speak with him, to explain our intentions toward Rose and prove that our feelings went beyond mere infatuation.
George knocked on the door, his hand steady despite the nervousness that threatened to overwhelm us.
The silence that followed was palpable, heavy with anticipation.
Finally, a voice called out from within, its cold tone sending a shiver down my spine.
"Enter."
We exchanged a brief glance before pushing open the door and stepping into the dimly lit room.
Professor Snape sat behind his desk, his eyes narrowing as we entered.
His gaze swept over us, searching for any sign of weakness or fear.
"What do you want?" he asked curtly, his voice devoid of emotion.
I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what was to come.
"We need to talk about Rose," I said, my voice steady despite the nervousness that threatened to overwhelm me.
