You're the youngest member of the Greengrass household. Blonde haired, blue eyed, tiny and lithe- the ideal pureblood wife. So unlike your sister, whose hair is dark, eyes are brown, and is more tall-and-"big-boned" than tiny like you. You're the one who is more feminine and quiet, which is what a wife should be like. Too bad you get nothing when your parents die. Everything goes to your oh-so perfect sister who just happens to be a Slytherin. Oh no, Ravenclaw is not a house worthy of a Greengrass, not at all. "Astoria, dear, how could you be in Ravenclaw? We thought you were a Slytherin like us."
Engaged to become a Malfoy in the next few months, are you not? You should be content; they possess wealth and a pureblood status. Their name is ruined though; so unlike the Nott's (and your sister will become one next week, won't she?).
Such believable fake tears, Astoria, you cried when the news is brought that Daphne was found dead. You're smiling and laughing and radiating happiness in the solitude of your room afterwards though. The whimpering and screaming was like a song to you; it's still ringing in your ears, isn't it? A happy little melody that you want stuck in your head for the rest of eternity. You enjoyed watching her suffer; you enjoyed your first murder.
And now it all goes to you when your mother and father pass away. Greengrass heiress, engaged to a Malfoy, being the ideal pureblood wife- you've got it all, haven't you, Astoria?
Blame the Edgar Allen Poe story that I read in Literature class right before I began writing this.
For the Slytherin Competition by the Fourth Black Sister on the HPFC.
disclaimer: if you recognize it, it probably doesn't belong to me.
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