A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club November
Assorted Appreciation: 17- "You think this arranged marriage will solve your problems?"
Disney Challenge: Themes - Coming of age - Write about someone deciding what to do with their life.
Liza's Loves: 4 - Jane Austen - Quote/Dialogue "Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance." Alt: Write about someone expected to get married.
Lyric Alley: 19 - Forever, for worse or better
Word Count: 446
"You think this arranged marriage will solve your problems?" Daphne asked her sister. Astoria looked up from the jumper she was folding.
"It might. I mean, at least I'd have a chance to have a life. Who would even look at me once they know the truth? I mean, no one wants a witch with a blood curse, Daph. No one wants someone who will pollute their bloodline."
"But you don't even know who he is."
"I do know he went to Hogwarts with us, that's something. He's not some old creepy man," Astoria stated.
"That doesn't mean he's not creepy, just not old. Young guys can be creepy too. But I guess it does shorten the list of who it might be. Not too many pure-bloods left are there?"
"No, I guess not. But, Father never mentioned his blood status."
"You mean he might be a Half-blood?"
"Or a Muggle-born?" Astoria suggested, her eyes wide. Daphne stared at her before bursting into giggles.
"What if he's horrible?" Daphne asked. "I've heard Muggles are little more than barbarians."
Astoria shook her head. She'd heard that nonsense too and didn't believe a word of it. Most of the Muggle-born students she'd attended school with hadn't been bad.
"What if he's not? He might be kind, there's a chance. I mean, do you really think Father would set me up with someone horrible?" Astoria asked softly. She placed the jumper into the trunk.
"I don't know," Daphne answered. "I've heard stories though, about how horrible some of these marriages turn out. I mean, look at what happened to Aunt Hera."
"There's no proof Uncle Artis had anything to do with her disappearance," Astoria stated rolling her eyes. "It's just an old family legend."
"Is not, but fine, live in your little fantasy world that everything works out. You're leaving tonight and moving in with a man you don't even know."
"I know, but he's requested I move in with him to get to know him better. Father agreed and it's in the contract. If I don't... I might never find someone."
"Maybe you'd be better off, at least you'd be safer," Daphne just tried to argue.
"Look, try to be happy for me, Daphne, I really want this to work out."
"I'll try," Daphne whispered hugging her younger sister tightly. "Just be careful and write me as soon as possible." Astoria returned her sister's hug, picked up her trunk and nodded.
"I will, Daphne, I will," she promised leaving the bedroom the girls had shared since their childhood. She glanced over her shoulder, shot Daphne a hopeful smile, and headed down the stairs to meet her future husband.