ASTORIA:
Astoria glanced at the plans her wedding planner had drawn up. She sighed, swirled her drink, and exchanged a glance with Narcissa. Narcissa gave a small nod and Astoria sneered at the wedding planning witch, who swallowed audibly and trembled beneath Astoria's icy blue glare.
Astoria had requested blood-red roses. Not those stupid carnations. Carnations were cheap and tacky. And neither Malfoy nor Greengrass weddings could ever be send as either of those things.
But roses weren't in season, the trembling witch said, and no matter what Astoria did, she certainly couldn't get red roses in January. If she wanted roses, she'd have to wait until June.
Astoria dropped the sneer and pulled out her wand. Pointing it at the trembling witch, she hissed that somewhere in the world there were red roses. And she wanted them.
As she threatened the wispy little witch, Draco entered the parlour. He took in the situation, levelled a cold gaze at the trembling witch and gave Astoria a kiss on the cheek. Astoria turned to grin up at him before turning back to the witch.
She was going to have red roses at her wedding, one way or another.