Hello hello, this is a quick little story featuring Astoria Greengrass that popped into my head the other night. I actually wrote it out on my iPhone while I was in bed. I might turn it into a more fleshed out story later on, but I'm not sure yet.
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"Astoria?"
A knock on her bedroom door made Astoria Greengrass look up from her book. Sprawled out unladylike on her bed, she sat up quickly and tossed aside Merlin: The Biography for Children. Daphne stood at the doorway, dressed elegantly in silk dress robes that made her look older than her thirteen years.
"Home already?" Astoria asked, patting the spot beside her. Daphne came over and sat down on the queen sized canopy bed. Earlier that evening the elder Greengrass had gone to the Parkinson Estate with their parents. Astoria, not yet at Hogwarts, stayed at home instead.
"Father is still there discussing business with Mr. Parkinson, but Mother got a headache after a few glasses of wine. Pansy says hello." Daphne examined her nails as she spoke, frowning when she spotted a slight chip on her manicure. Astoria self-consciously looked at her own fingernails, relieved to see that the manicure her mother had insisted on last week was still in perfect condition. The two sisters were similar with fair skin and a slender build, but Astoria's hair had always been much darker than Daphne's golden locks, and her eyes a shade bluer like their father's.
"Draco and Blaise were there of course, but they disappeared shortly after Theodore Nott arrived with his parents. I think they went to mess around on broom sticks outside. Pansy wasn't very happy when Goyle asked her to dance and she couldn't say no in front of her mother." Daphne giggled; Astoria listened as she talked about the party and prattled on about pureblood gossip.
"And Jane Walton bragged about being Prefect to anyone who would listen.. At least she's kinder than Ophelia Stokes was my first year, so you'll be fine."
"I might not be sorted into Slytherin though." Astoria pointed out.
Daphne scoffed. "Of course you'll be sorted into Slytherin. You're a Greengrass."
Astoria resisted rolling her eyes. "Yes, but not all Greengrass's have been sorted into Slytherin. We have ancestors in all the houses, on both sides of the family."
Daphne shuddered. "Imagine being the Greengrass sorted into Hufflepuff? Though I'm not sure which is worse; being in that house or Gryffindor."
"Louise Greengrass, 1347. Hufflepuff. As well as Tobias Greengrass, 1560, and most recently, our great great Aunt Cora Greengrass, class of 1912." Astoria listed them all easily. The Greengrass family tree made note of every Hogwarts house along with the usual birth and death date. She often liked to hole up in the library when she didn't have lessons with the tutor and read biographies on her ancestors. On more than one occasion she had chatted with various portraits spread throughout the mansion that they lived in.
Daphne stared at her younger sister. "Perhaps you'll be in Ravenclaw after all. I made a bet with Pansy and that's her pick."
Astoria shrugged. She didn't particularly care which house she was sorted into, though if she were honest Hufflepuff certainly wasn't her first choice.
"I could always be Gryffindor. There hasn't been a Greengrass in that house since the 1700s."
"Merlin I hope not! That house is overrun with Weasleys." Daphne wrinkled her nose, causing Astoria to laugh at her sister's expression.
"I don't know Daph, I'm adventurous than you. Especially on a broom"
"Then get sorted into Slytherin, or Ravenclaw, and join the Quidditch team. Gryffindor could use an arse kicking." Flipping her perfectly curled hair, Daphne got up from the bed. Nothing riled the proper blonde more than Gryffindor's trend of winning everything.
"It's late, Mother is waking us up early to go to Diagon Alley for school supplies in the morning." Daphne ruffled her little sister's hair playfully and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Her book on Merlin forgotten, Astoria blew out the candle on the bedside table and got under the covers, thinking of all the things she would be getting tomorrow. Those thoughts quickly turned into dreams, and Astoria was fast asleep.