You were George Fabian Weasley's girlfriend, and you were Sirius Orion Black's daughter, George was a simp for you, always pampering you and giving you the love you deserve.

Right now, you and the Golden Trio were in The Three Broomsticks, they were all in third year, 13 years old and you were the same age as the Weasley Twins, 15 years old. Ron was holding Scabbers and Hermione was holding Crookshanks.

Until the famous mischievous twin came at your large table and George took a journal Ron has beside him on the table.

"I haven't showed anyone."

Ron grumble to his older brother and George snatch the journal.

"No! Not a soul!"

Fred said, slightly sarcastically, walking behind his twin as they walk at the side of your table as they talk about what Ron forgot to say.

"The day mate."

George said and Fred continue.

"The night mate."

Fred said as he and George walked at the other side of the table.

"The cook."

George continues as Fred added something too and George said his last thing as he place the journal on the side of the table you're on.

"And that wizard from Belgium!"

George said as he sat just next to you and Ron rolled his eyes, Hermione left with Crookshanks, Harry stayed silent, Fred sat next to his twin brother as they read the journal and George hold your hand and pecked your cheek with a quick kiss before reading the journal with his twin.