⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 ༆⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ‘ i tried to 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣. . . but my head was ┈─ 𝑼 𝑵 𝑫 𝑬 𝑹 𝑾 𝑨 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹. ’⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

“The awkward moment when you’re the only Slytherin in your Muggles Studies class.”

[ I’m always available to interact with! Don’t hesitate!! ]

“...Did Cedric Diggory just cuss?”

“I wanted to join Quidditch, but that was one of the activities my parents forbade.”

“Anyone want any sweets?”

“...I don’t think Draco’s parents like me hanging around their son much. I know Pansy and my sister don’t, but still...” Sighs, shakes her head. Why is she surprised? Disappointed?

[ so wanna do older Drastoria angst, post-Battle of Hogwarts angst in general, with Astoria, Draco, and others of the Sacred Twenty-Eight going through the difficulties of converting their families’ original ideals. ]

“I do that more often than I care to admit.”

“Halloween has to be my absolute favourite holiday~ Plenty of candy!”

“...Draco’s aunt unsettles me. Thoroughly.”

...! Had she said that out loud? She paled further, peering up at the woman. “I-I... meant it to respectfully. Because you’re so...powerful, ma’am.” She was an awful liar. The other female was /deranged/; that’s why she unsettled Astoria.

“I wonder if he likes me with more makeup or less...” (Draco ℳalfoy) Her mother made her put on quite a bit.

...wait. Seriously? Does that mean she’s wearing too much makeup? The dress is ugly, isn’t it? She didn’t pick it out.

“Draco’s a /moth/? That seems a bit rude.”

“They die much too quickly. A solemn life. Unless you were complimenting him?”