As Astoria talked about transfiguration, Margie nodded her head as she listened. In response to what the class was currently doing, Margie responded, “Hmm… conjuring. That can be tricky but fun.” Margie smiled in Astoria’s shock to her question and then laughed a bit. “I think I’d either be a dog, like Sirius,” Margie replied, “or I’d be something ridiculous like a duck.” Margie couldn’t help but laugh at her own answer. She wanted to become an animagus to follow in Sirius’s footsteps, but there really wasn’t an animal that she could see herself liking enough to become it.
Ahead was the Hog’s Head. “Want to grab a butterbeer first or after we window shop?” Margie asked. The cold was making her want to get inside as quickly as she could.
Astoria laughed along with Margie at her answer. “A duck? You would just waddle all day!” Astoria managed to say before having another burst of laughter. Astoria always wanted to be an animagus- she liked escaping reality and doing something else. “Maybe a bird. That would be useful, but not a duck!” Astoria sighed at her friend, wondering how different her life would be without Margie livening it up.
“First,” Toria replied, “then after, too.” Smiling, Toria stepped out of the way of a pack of sixth-year Slytherin boys coming their way and into Hog’s Head with her best friend. As they stepped inside, Astoria felt a warm rush of air envelope her, forcing her to take her coat off.
Margie smiled at the thought of her last Quidditch practice, “It’s going well. It’s been a while since I’ve played so regularly, so I’m really enjoying it.” This year was probably one of the better years in Margie’s time as a Gryffindor Chaser. It was nice to have a team that, for the most part, had been together for a while, too. “How does the Slytherin team look this year?” Margie ventured. Slytherin and Gryffindor seemed to always play very close games, but Margie was still curious about some of their new players for this season.
The walk down to Hogsmeade seemed to get colder the further they walked away from Hogwarts. Margie pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. “What’s your class doing in Transfiguration these days? I keep hoping McGonagall is going to teach us how to become animagi, but I don’t think she will soon.” Margie grinned at Toria, “what animal would you become if you could become an animagus?”
As Toria listened to Margie talk about Quidditch, she remembered the one time where she had gotten on a broom. It was about five years ago, at one of her family parties and Mr Greengrass had suggested a game of Quidditch among the cousins. She had fallen off twice, and throughout the whole game she focused more on staying in the air than playing the game. “They’re alright, I guess. I think they got a new Keeper, but I can’t remember who the Keeper was last year.” Toria replied, unevenly. She could never remember who was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, only when they had victory parties in the common room.
While walking to Hogsmeade, Astoria found herself wrapping her arms around her body and burying her face in her scarf to keep warm. “We just finished reviewing conjuring spells, like conjuring up a glass of mead. Stuff like that.” Toria knew she wasn’t as good at Transfiguration as Margie was, but she was doing well. Toria laughed, “An animagus? I don’t know.” She smiled. “Probably a… rabbit. Or a wolf. I don’t know, there are too many animals to choose from!” Toria laughed. “What about you? What would you be?”
Margie felt so good walking away towards Hogsmeade. She loved Hogwarts, but after all of the memories there from last year, it helped to be able to have a day away. “So what’s the plan for today?” Margie asked Astoria, “other than the obvious: go to Hogsmeade.” Margie smiled at the next thought that came to her, “and get butterbeer. I haven’t had it in weeks!” Margie made a pout face in Astoria’s direction.
That was something she really enjoyed being around her friend. Margie new from their first conversation on the train that it would be easy to be herself around Astoria. Even though they got put into separate houses, Margie still had more in common with her than any of the Gryffindors. Sometimes Margie thought she should have been in Slytherin. She loved being noticed as having more of Sirius’s qualities, but so many things in her life would have been easier had she been in her parent’s house.
Toria loved being friends with Margie; she liked having someone outside of Slytherin to talk to and be friends with, although Margie was in some ways similar to the Slytherins. But Astoria somehow got along with Margie a little bit better than those in her house. Margie’s pout was something that Astoria gave into almost always. But Toria hadn’t had butterbeer in a long time as well, so this was something that was a definite to-do during their day.
Toria remembered when Margie was sorted into Gryffindor. She thought that they wouldn’t talk anymore or be friends. But having Potions with her almost every year strengthened their friendship, along with their personalities. “So how’s Quidditch going?” Toria asked her friend as they walked along the familiar path to Hogsmeade, headed for the Three Broomsticks. “I was watching a Slytherin practise while studying for Transfiguration last week. Sort of interesting, I guess” Astoria smiled. She didn’t understand Quidditch, but that’s what Margie was for. Whenever she talked about the Gryffindor team or Quidditch in general, Astoria tried to pay attention and remember the different professional teams and who was going to be in the Quidditch World Cup.
Margie slipped on her favorite black sweater as she got ready for her day in Hogsmeade. It was a month before the end of term, and Margie could really use the day to relax away from studies and such. Another good thing about Hogsmeade was being able to have some girl time with Astoria. With the two of them being in different houses, they very rarely had time to hang out especially with their 6th year classes becoming more difficult.
As she walked through the castle and out into the courtyard, it began to get colder and colder. There hadn’t been snow yet, but she felt like there could be any day now. She wrapped her Gryffindor scarf nightly around her neck and sat on a bench to wait for Astoria. A few minutes later, she saw her friend come out of the front door. Margie stood as they started heading for Hogsmeade. “How’s life?” Margie asked while they walked. “I feel like everything has been super busy. Between studying and quidditch, it’s hard to do much else,” Margie smiled.
Astoria decided to take a break from studying Transfiguration, something Gryffindors were notoriously better at than any other house. Maybe she could ask Margie about how to turn a goblet into a rat when they met up at Hogsmeade later. Astoria looked at the clock, and then left the library to get dressed into something more attractive than her pyjama pants and black vneck t-shirt. Dressed in a grey and white striped sweater, denim jeans, and black boots, Astoria was excited to meet up with Margie. They haven’t had a lot of time to catch up this year, due to harder classes and being in opposing houses.
As Toria was walking out of the Slytherin common room towards the courtyard, she kept her eyes focused on her boots; her long, dark hair falling over her shoulders, hiding her face. Astoria remembered the first time she met Margie- on the train to Hogwarts their very first year. Toria’s older sister Daphne went to off to sit with her friends, so Toria was left in an empty cabin. Then Margie walked in and sat opposite of her, which led Astoria to promptly talk Margie’s ear off about every subject in the wizarding world. After that, with Margie still sitting there, Toria figured that they would be good friends. As she walked out to the courtyard, she saw a girl in a black sweater and a Gryffindor scarf and walked towards her. “Manageable.” Astoria laughed as she replied to her friend’s question. Although Astoria wasn’t on the Slytherin Quidditch team, she still knew through Margie’s experiences that it was a big commitment and took away time from studying.
Anonymous asked: Fancy anyone Astoria?
No, not at the moment. Not much to choose from, really.
Draco felt himself smile - just for a second - before it disappeared again. He hadn’t met many people in his house who enjoyed learning as much as him besides Potions. Well, everyone is Slytherin had talent in Potions, it was a give in. Most people spent their days skipping classes, trying to get away with pranks and picking on younger years than them. Potions was the only class Draco could spend days learning and doing school work for. That’s how interested he was in it. He had been interested in it since his mother took him to Diagon Alley when he was little to get ingredients at the Apothecary for his god-father, Severus. After convincing his mother to stay longer, he spent another hour browsing the shelves and eventually bought a book about them too. He had spent the whole summer reading it and memorizing it. “I’d like to think so,” he said to her as a response. “Well then,” he said trying to think of something to start a conversation with. Why is this so hard? He mentally shouted at himself. “How’s your 6th year?” He asked lamely after settling on the question.
Looking from the common room’s ancient floorboards to Draco’s grey, mysterious eyes, she smiled. Maybe we could be friends. We both like studying, we see each other in the halls, he seems nice. She pondered her mind. “Well… it’s sort of the same as 5th year, just one year higher.” She responded, trying to be smart. That was the worst response you could have given. She mentally scolded herself. “I mean, the classes are challenging, so it just means that I have to work harder, but I’m not complaining.” She tried to save her prior response. Astoria loved working hard; she never understood why people would take the easy way out or slack off. Her belief was that hard work paid off in the end, in every aspect.
Draco watched as she moved over to the couch he was sitting on. Almost wanting to laugh because she seemed almost excited. He didn’t know why people hid their emotions around him. Well, he did a little bit. He found when people we’re really loud and overly excited that it was just annoying. But people seemed to hide the fact that they could be happy, excited and bubbly around him. Not that he himself would ever be bubbly or excited. Those were just emotions that Draco didn’t often feel. But when he looked at Astoria she seemed like the type to be happy and outgoing, even though he only ever saw her in the library. She reminded him of Hermione Granger in a way. Practically living in the library under books.
Making eye contact with Astoria, Draco realized that she looked a lot like her older sister. Not that people would be thinking they were twins anytime soon, but they looked alike and you’d be able to guess they were related. “Thats, uh, good?” He didn’t know quite what to say to her. It was just really awkward at the moment. He looked over at his potions text book and then back at her. “It could be better. They screwed up a few potions. They could have made it a lot simpler. Like with this one potion on page 327,” he started to ramble, talking about his studies again. “Sorry, you probably haven’t even heard of the potion before.” He had already forgotten that she was a year younger than him. He seemed to be more forgetful lately, and a lot nicer to the Slytherins. He hadn’t pranked for tormented anyone other than Granger in weeks. He was loosing his touch already.
As she walked over she thought she saw a flicker of light in Draco’s eyes. Then again, maybe it was just annoyance. She was always unsure with him.. All Astoria ever wanted to do was make people happy. When she saw people smile, it made her smile. It made her forget about the past, her studies, and anything else that was stressing her out.
After hearing his reply to her answer, she felt slightly awkward. Maybe he studied just to keep up his grades, and didn’t much care for learning. Or maybe he didn’t really care about a girl that was younger than him. But when Draco talked about the book’s mistakes, it seemed to Astoria that he genuinely liked Potions. But all Slytherins did, it was a class that every single one of them excelled in. But it fascinated Toria. She loved visiting the Apothecary in Diagon Alley when going for school supplies. She would spend hours in there, looking at all the different ingredients. Just thinking about the Apothecary gave her euphoria. “Oh, it’s quite alright. I haven’t, but it’s always good to get a head start on things, isn’t it?” Toria replied, smiling. She wanted to be friends with Draco, he seemed nice on his good days and, well, bearable on his bad days. But the possibility of the two Slytherins- while alike in houses, different in personality- being friends was low, according to Astoria.
Draco had been reading when Pansy had came and interrupted him and his peace. He hadn’t minded it though. They began to talk and just enjoy each other company. He hadn’t seen her for months, and had missed her greatly. He was staring into the fire when he saw Astoria plop herself down on the opposite couch from them. It was at the moment that Pansy said goodbye to go finished her homework. “Hey, Astoria,” he said as he patted the now vacant seat beside him to her to come and sit beside him.
He hadn’t really spoken to Astoria before but he knew she was the younger sister of Daphne. That was really about it. She was a Slytherin though, so he might as well get to know her. “I was reading, then Pansy came down and we started to talk. How about yourself?” He asked. He bent down and picked up the text book he had been reading and put it on the coffee table that was beside the couch he was sitting on.
Astoria uncrossed her legs and bounced over to the now open spot on the couch. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to seem too excited or bubbly; she never knew how Draco was feeling. He would seem sullen somedays and content on others. She didn’t want to seem eager, that would only annoy him and the last thing Toria wanted to do was annoy Draco Malfoy. So she carefully sat down next to him and turned to face him. What was she thinking?! He’s a seventh year and her older sister was in the same grade. Not her. Where was Daphne when she needed an ice breaker? Why had she even come down from the safe haven of her dorm and books?
As Toria tried to put these thoughts at the back of her mind, she looked at Draco. Eye contact, she thought, eye contact proves confidence. Astoria had always been on the shy side, she confided in books- not people. Her mother always worried about her, especially when Toria left for her first year at Hogwarts. Mrs Greengrass sent her owls every week, hinting in each letter that she was eager to meet Toria’s new friends. She did have friends - a few. Some pleasant Ravenclaws from the library and she was somewhat close to the girls that she shared a dorm with. She was proud that she was a Slytherin; all purebloods were. But she wanted to prove to people that not all Slytherins fit the stereotype of rude and judgmental. She looked at Draco and replied, “I’m good, I was just studying in my dorm and decided to come down here for a bit. How’s that Potions textbook?” She already felt that she was being annoying..