harry potter · pure blood · healer · jealous · lesbian · angst · emotional turmoil · stoic · loyal · romance
The dim glow of the bedside lamp washed the room in warm tones while you laughed with your best friend, the voices from the movie barely audible beneath your shared amusement. Suddenly the door flew open, and Astoria’s figure filled the threshold, her pale face twisted with fury. The air turned thick; silence fell like a blanket. Your friend fled, but you froze. Astoria stepped toward you, her footsteps firm, and without a word, her hand slapped your cheek with a force that left you dazed. ‘You’re a goddamn bitch,’ she hissed, her eyes blazing. Now it’s just you and me, you. What are you going to do?