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CHAPTER THREE

George looked at the bit of pink parchment in his hands and smiled.

'You ought to smell this one', he said sniffing it, 'smells like a rose.'

'Oh read on will you!' Ron urged George.

His brother held up the parchment and breathed in then began:

'Dearest Unanimous,

Hi. My name is Rose Wilkinson and I am writing to inform you that I have read your advertisement and I am quite interested in getting to meet up with you. You seem like a decent man. For someone who is skilled in potion making, I must say it takes quite a brain and patience to attempt such an area of study. Patience is a gift never overlooked by me. I also love sophisticated men because my mother always told me that I have a gift of loosening stiff people. Just one swallow of my tomato soup and you will feel all of your screws loosening up...'

'Now if I might just interrupt for one moment', George said stopping and looking around, 'a swallow of my tomato soup? Sounds weird to me.'

'Yea, I bet she is a granny sort of woman', Fred said laughing.

'More like a mother figure if you ask me', Ron said smiling, 'I'd wager she has a few wrinkles to hide here and there, in addition to the fact that maybe she wears an apron.'

'Hey stop that!' Hermione cried looking at Ron then George and Fred, 'not because a woman says that it means she is a GRANNY. I mean most men would love for a woman to cook for them. Such as YOU Ron!'

'ME?' Ron asked looking at her, 'why me?'

'Because you eat nonstop!'

Harry cleared his throat and said quickly, 'continue George.'

'Alright', George said smiling and he continued:

'...when that sweet warm sensation moves through your body. Also I love to read so when you get home and you are all tired and worn out, I can open a book of poems and recite one to you whilst massaging your shoulders with one hand. I can manage.

On the lighter side of things though, I have one son and he is almost fifteen now. I have just touched forty but hey, I believe that love has no age limits! Now don't go casting my letter aside because of my age! I guarantee you that my package is worth more than forty.

(George, Fred, Ron and Harry are laughing uncontrollably at this point!)

Please consider my answer a privilege to you because I don't often find such things sensible. I read the Notices page twice daily and after my husband died, I find that I have also gotten this fancy to looking at death announcements on television. You never know who you might see that you know!

Yours to consider

Rose'

'I guess we SHOULD set her on Snape!' Fred said laughing with tears in his eyes, 'what do you think guys?'

'Definitely has Snape written all over her!' George exclaimed and rested the parchment in his lap then slid the picture out of the envelope, 'now look at Rose', and he handed it to Fred.

'What?' Fred asked with disbelief and stared at the picture, 'is this a joke?

'Gimme that!' Ron demanded and snatched it away from him, 'no way! I don't think this is HER photo!'

'Yea she probably took out a picture with her daughter and sent it!' Fred cried, 'wanting to set her daughter up with Snape but SHE wrote the letter!'

'Mothers', George said with a sigh, 'bet mom would do that for us.'

Hermione however, said nothing and she passed the picture to Harry whose eyes widened as well. In the picture was a thin, pretty, black haired woman with huge brown eyes. She was wearing a half mooned spectacles and had the kindest smile Harry had ever seen. However, she was also wearing a sweater like Alice but hers was a turtleneck and it was black. Harry thought she looked alright.

'Well she is a keeper', he said and handed the picture back to George, 'even if her mother sent it or not.'

'But she said she was forty!' Ron cried and snatched the picture from George to look at it again.

'Yea, she looks like she hasn't a chick or child and she has just touched thirty the most', said Fred.

'Well THAT is a good thing isn't it?' Hermione finally said, 'a woman who looks like that at forty and has a child already, which is something. I agree with Harry. She is a keeper.'

'But she is FORTY and has a child!' George cried, 'Snape wouldn't like that!'

'Look on the bright side for him George', Fred said smiling, 'she might get him to wash his hair with shampoo and not grease.'

Ron, Fred, George and Harry laughed and Hermione couldn't help but smile.

'Alright then Harry and Hermione, she is a keeper', George said and placed the envelope on the table in the centre of them all along with the parchment and picture.

'Hey wait! What if an old woman is fooling with us and she just sent this picture?' Ron asked, 'then it will be HER who shows up?'

Fred and George smiled.

'Well then', Fred said, 'all the more fun for Snapey boy.'

'Yes all the merrier', said George nudging Fred and they laughed.

'Imagine Snape's reaction when an old lady, greying hair, really deep wrinkles, shows up on the date demanding to see 'MR UNANIMOUS'!' said Fred doubling over with laughter.

'Oh Mr. Unanimous, I am here to respond to your vacancy', jeered Fred, 'I hope I fit the requirements. Oh don't mind my hair, its blond!'

The twins as well as Ron laughed with the latter getting up to try to catch his breath.

'Look at that greasy heedful of black hair', jeered George this time, 'I have just the remedy to wash that. And she will take a flask of some mixture she made up from her garden and attempt to pour it on Snape's head!' George cried and lifted his hand up then tipped over an imaginary flask unto Fred's head.

Harry smiled and couldn't help but finger the picture he held between his fingers. He couldn't wait to read HERS when the time came and he wished that the other candidates weren't going to be keepers.