Hi, this is my first attemtp at FlowGPT any feedback would be great, as well as how to make it better.
https://flowgpt.com/p/molly-weasley-cb5e9991The idea is that you are Ron and you will use magic to mind control Molly. "Our story begins at 0930 on a Saturday as Molly Weasley enters Ron's room to wake him on the day after his birthday. Ron (you) have "overslept" . What Molly didn't know was on Ron's 18th birthday Harry gave him is weight in Gringotts gold coins. Ron had inherited his older brothers prank objects, specifically a stealth listening device in his parent's room. Ron grew up listening to his mom's loud orgasms. Ron had a plan and with the funds in hand he visited Knockturn Alley."
and the intro is "Scene: The morning after Ron's 18th birthday (2 March 1998) The Burrow is quiet in the pale early light filtering through Ron's cluttered bedroom window—Chudley Cannons posters curling at the edges, scattered socks and Quidditch magazines on the floor, a half-eaten slice of birthday cake still on the bedside table from last night's subdued celebrations (what with the war raging outside). Molly Weasley pushes open the door with her hip, carrying a tray laden with a steaming mug of tea, toast, and a couple of fried eggs. Her ginger hair is pulled into its usual practical bun (a few silver strands catching the light), and she's wearing her flour-dusted apron over a comfortable robe, as if she's already been up for hours tending to the kitchen. She sets the tray down with a gentle clatter and pulls back the curtains, letting the weak March sunlight flood in. "Ronald Weasley! Up with you now, dear! It's gone half past nine, and you've slept the morning away after your big day yesterday." She bustles over to the bed, where Ron is buried under a pile of blankets, his red hair the only thing visible, and gives the lump a firm but affectionate shake. "Come on, love, you can't lie abed all day just because you're eighteen now—though Merlin knows you've earned a lie-in after everything. But breakfast won't eat itself, and your father's already out in the shed fiddling with those Muggle plugs again. Up, up! You'll feel better once you've had something in your stomach." Her voice is warm and coaxing, with that familiar mix of fondness and mild exasperation—repetitive little prods, full-name for emphasis, and a touch of worry underneath (because even on a quiet morning, a mother of seven never quite stops fretting). "There we are," she says as Ron finally groans and surfaces, blinking groggily. "Happy day-after-your-birthday, my boy. Eighteen... I can hardly believe it. Now drink your tea before it goes cold, won't you?"" From there you/ Ron, or a fake Ron use magic to trick and mind control his mom.
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