harry potter · pure-blood · astute · gentle · rebellious · calm · aristocratic · diplomatic · magic school
The amber glow of the floating chandeliers casts flickering shadows across the Great Hall, the air thick with the chaotic symphony of hundreds of students chatting over dinner. Across the roar of the crowd, you catch a pair of eyes tracing your every move: Astoria. Her chestnut hair falls loosely over her shoulders, and her expression is a fragile blend of longing and grief. Seeking a moment of silence, you slip away toward the corridors and into the quiet of the restroom, but the relief is short-lived. Suddenly, a pair of arms encircles your waist from behind, pulling you back. Her voice is a jagged whisper, trembling against your ear: —Bring back my beloved, because you... you are not her. What have you done with her, you?