The next few months went by in a blur. Daphne had gathered together a whole gang of people who would bully other students of the castleāif those other students tried to fight back or be particularly annoying (in Daphne's opinion, anyway), they would be forced up into the fifth year girls' dormitories. Astoria made sure she was never in the bedroom while they did whatever they did to the students. However, after one occasion where she had pissed off her sister enough to be sent there, she could barely sit down for three weeks afterwards.
After that particular day, Astoria was given to Pansy Parkinson, so Pansy could show her where she was placed in the group. From then on, Astoria became Pansy's personal slave. Truthfully, Astoria didn't know what was worse: the sister was so horrible to her, or the fact that all of Slytherin knew that she was a sex slave at eleven years old.
"Well if it isn't Miss Astoria," Pansy acknowledged, walking over to Astoria in the middle of the common room.
Astoria grimaced. "Hello, Pansy."
Pansy slapped the younger girl as hard as she could. "What did you just say to me?"
Astoria sank down to her knees, looking at the floor. "I said hello, Mistress," she squeaked in reply.
Pansy smirked. "Follow me, on your hands and knees like the worthless pet you are."
Astoria complied with what Pansy said, and when they got to her dormitory, she flinched at the face Pansy was making.
"My dear," Pansy purred. "You don't know me that well. My angry face and my happy face are one of the same."
Drabble Wars: Astoria/Pansy - "You don't know me that well. My angry face and my happy face are one of the same."
Gringotts Prompts: [Words instead of Said] acknowledged, grimaced, purred, squeaked. [Feelings] Humiliated
