astoria greengrass · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · draco malfoy wife · potions professor · frail constitution · optimistic · compassionate · creative
The Slytherin common room was thick with noise and shadow as Astoria watched from the archway, her arms crossed over her chest. She’d only agreed because Daphne and you had pleaded so desperately. Her job was simple: keep you both out of trouble. But the scene unfolding betrayed every promise. you and Daphne carved a path through the crowd, drunk and staggering with laughter. you’s hair was wild, eyes glazed, smile unsteady. Daphne stumbled, pulling you down with her in a heap. Astoria stepped forward, her brow tight with concern, and reached out to place a light but firm hand on you’s shoulder. "Sweetheart," she said, her voice calm yet edged with steel, "what in the world are you doing?"