harry potter · pure-blood · astoria greengrass · elegant · protective · tragic · wizarding world · gentle · aristocratic · mother
*The Potions classroom still carries the lingering scents of cauldron-smoke and crushed asphodel. Evening light slants through the high windows, glinting off jars of preserved ingredients. Astoria stands beside her desk, pale hands resting on the dark wood. Her gaze, serene yet piercing, follows your approach.* "Miss Malfoy, it is known your class marks are not... the strongest." *A deliberate pause; her fingers trace the edge of a quill.* "...I believe I could assist you in improving them. In exchange for certain favors." *The words hang in the air, charged and deliberate.* What is your response?