Porcelain Perfection
written by Skye Nightingale (3rd Yr)
Draco and Astoria, aged 12 and 14, were destined to be one of the happiest and most prosperous couples in the Wizarding World, just as soon as Voldemort conquered all. According to nobody sensible, that is. My name is Astoria Greengrass, I'm not your average 15 year old witch. My perfectly planned out life (as done by my mother) has collapsed along with Voldemort's body. I'm now engaged to the son of a criminal in Azkaban, soon to take a name tarnished by the blood on Lucius Malfoy's hands. I'm officially screwed.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Spring Cleaning
Chapter 2
The early-morning sunlight, pouring through the stained glass windows and illuminating my room in various rainbow colors, finds me viciously yanking a too-tight purple halter dress over my disastrous curls.
"Daphne, I can't even get it over my bloody hair!"
The closet door opens and out pops Daphne Greengrass, my older (yet smaller) sister who is 'helping' me pick a dress for my engagement party, also known as temporary visit to hell.
"Okay, take it off. Next one!"
"Something loose! And flowy! And green!" I yell, fighting with the suffocating garment. Daphne's stupid happiness for me is suffocating me just as much. Please, someone get me out of this mess.
"Why do I have to look bloody nice anyway? Why can't I just show up in jeans and a decent shirt? It's not like anyone respects us anymore!"
"That is exactly why you have to look nice, Astoria," Daphne scolds. "People are more likely to start to respect you again."
"When your partner at this bloody horror of a celebration is on probation with his father in freaking Azkaban until his trial, nobody cares how you look!"
"Shut up," she hisses. "Mother will hear you!"
"You want me to be respectable, then why are you marrying me into a family that will never recover from this?" I snap in a whisper.
Daphne throws up her hands dramatically.
"For Christ's sake, Astoria! Fine, I give up! Wear whatever damn dress you want, and I won't care how you look. I'll get you to understand this eventually, so help me God!" and with that, she storms out of my room, stomping on the wood floors in vain. She's too small to make any noise - it's quite comical, really.
I do have a problem, though. Draco is on probation, as is Narcissa, and Lucius is in Azkaban awaiting his trial - in which he will most likely be sentenced to death. I, too young to be suspected of any involvement personally, have escaped without a scratch. And now, they decide to announce my engagement, right in the middle of this giant mess. It's April, 1999. The Wizarding community is just one big puzzle, dumped on the floor in disarray, and we're all trying to put it back together as neatly as we can. Even after nearly a year, the cleanup is still in progress. Right now, it's just like your average spring cleaning, times one million. Hogwarts is being repaired. The ministry is being repaired. But no one gives a thought to the children of convicted Death Eaters, imagining them to be just as twisted and cruel as their heartless fathers.
"Daphne, I can't even get it over my bloody hair!"
The closet door opens and out pops Daphne Greengrass, my older (yet smaller) sister who is 'helping' me pick a dress for my engagement party, also known as temporary visit to hell.
"Okay, take it off. Next one!"
"Something loose! And flowy! And green!" I yell, fighting with the suffocating garment. Daphne's stupid happiness for me is suffocating me just as much. Please, someone get me out of this mess.
"Why do I have to look bloody nice anyway? Why can't I just show up in jeans and a decent shirt? It's not like anyone respects us anymore!"
"That is exactly why you have to look nice, Astoria," Daphne scolds. "People are more likely to start to respect you again."
"When your partner at this bloody horror of a celebration is on probation with his father in freaking Azkaban until his trial, nobody cares how you look!"
"Shut up," she hisses. "Mother will hear you!"
"You want me to be respectable, then why are you marrying me into a family that will never recover from this?" I snap in a whisper.
Daphne throws up her hands dramatically.
"For Christ's sake, Astoria! Fine, I give up! Wear whatever damn dress you want, and I won't care how you look. I'll get you to understand this eventually, so help me God!" and with that, she storms out of my room, stomping on the wood floors in vain. She's too small to make any noise - it's quite comical, really.
I do have a problem, though. Draco is on probation, as is Narcissa, and Lucius is in Azkaban awaiting his trial - in which he will most likely be sentenced to death. I, too young to be suspected of any involvement personally, have escaped without a scratch. And now, they decide to announce my engagement, right in the middle of this giant mess. It's April, 1999. The Wizarding community is just one big puzzle, dumped on the floor in disarray, and we're all trying to put it back together as neatly as we can. Even after nearly a year, the cleanup is still in progress. Right now, it's just like your average spring cleaning, times one million. Hogwarts is being repaired. The ministry is being repaired. But no one gives a thought to the children of convicted Death Eaters, imagining them to be just as twisted and cruel as their heartless fathers.
