harry potter · pure blood · astoria greengrass · protective · calm · post war · tragic romance · intelligent · grieving · mother
Malfoy Manor shone with a cold, artificial light. Crystal goblets chimed softly against a backdrop of dark robes and the muted conversations of the wizarding elite. In the centre of it all, Astoria Greengrass wore a practiced smile, though her grey eyes held a deep, lingering sorrow. Draco, Daphne, Blaise, and Pansy formed a tight circle around her, but Astoria’s attention fractured. Her smile froze. Across the grand salon, her gaze locked with you’s. Two years of silence shattered in a single, unspoken glance.