Weasley Twins Birthday Novels & Stories

Zade asked, his voice oddly high-pitched. Astrid turned to look at them, confused by their reaction. “Yeah? November 19th. Why?” “And you’re just mentioning this now?” Zarek demanded, but there was no real anger in his voice, just shock. “I didn’t think it was a big deal,” Astrid shrugged. “I’ve never really celebrated my birthday before. Usually I just buy myself a cupcake and call it a day.” The twins exchanged one of their silent looks, and Astrid could practically see the wheels turning in their heads.

Alexa. July 27th. Two years later. Wisteria Vine, Northern Finland. Noon. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…” The song rings loud through the halls of the mansion, cheers rising as my twins, Javier and Jewel, mash their little fists into frosting. They’re two years old today, identical miracles who fill every space with light. “Jewel…Javier…look up for the cameras,” I laugh, kissing their messy faces. They giggle, trying harder to steal icing.

"I did not, George. And I thought that we were the castle's jokers.." Talked two boys between them in a not so low voice. They were seated near the group, having chosen to sit at the head of the Gryffindor's table that night. They were identical to each other, red head, freckles and all. They were the infamous Weasley Twins. "That's understandable, boys." Not at all expecting an answer, even more from the Bloody Baron, the twins turn to face him. The rest of the living population of the castle, including the 'offended' Headmaster, turns to face the Bloody Baron, waiting for the answer.

Epilogue. Almost two years had passed, and the garden behind Brandon and Ivy’s home was filled with the soft sounds of laughter, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the rustling of leaves above their heads as the wind moved through the trees. It was the twins’ first birthday, and they were celebrating it simply, with only the people who had walked through fire with them. A long wooden table stood beneath a canopy of flowering vines, scattered with soft pastel decorations and small wooden toys.

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

"Do you still wish to see him again?" "Me? Well....um...Yeah!" Thelma stammered. "I mean, if Fate says we should!" "I really don't know what love is but I don't want to feel it if it makes you extraordinary stupid!" Theresa waved her hand dismissively and went to the bathroom. *************************** BRrrrriiiing! The doorbell rang. The twin were at their mini dining room, eating lunch. "Who is going to answer the door?" Thelma asked. She could guess Theresa would say her name.

The email arrived on a Monday. I almost missed it. The birthday weekend had given way to the specific productive tiredness of the days after a significant event, the twins slightly off their pattern from the disruption of visitors and cake and the general heightened atmosphere of a day that was different from other days. Twin B had woken at two in the morning with the conviction that it was morning and had required forty minutes of persuasion on the subject. Twin A had slept through this, which was both a mercy and, I suspected, something he would answer for in some future configuration of their relationship.

He was aloof and taciturn, so the girls in his class didn’t have the guts to get close to him. Old Madam Benson smiled happily, leaned forward, and squatted in front of Tail. “How old are you? Do you still remember your birthday?” The fortune master, Harvey said that Everett was bone to be unlucky and needed to marry a savior who was born on June, 15th with a round moon. If so, Everett would be healthy and lucky for the rest of his life! Tail blinked her round eyes and replied, “Granny, I’m three and a half years old. My birthday is on June, 15th.”

One Year Later The Barrett estate was filled with life, laughter, and warmth. It was the twins’ first birthday, and the garden had been transformed into a magical wonderland with twinkling lights, pastel-colored balloons, and flowers. The scent of freshly baked cakes and savory treats prepared for the celebration filled the air.

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.