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Astoria Greengrass ([info]sew_perfect) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
Atoria laughed at Cho's admonishment of Draco. She didn't take any offense or think she meant anything by it. In all honesty, she thought Draco walked a fine line of being romantic without ever being soppy. The fact that he was sometimes a bit mysterious to her was part of the allure. She knew she loved him; she wouldn't ever marry someone she didn't love for them and not because her family told her she needed to, and that was all she needed. "I'll chastise him as soon as I see him next. I'm meant to go to the Malfoy Manor tomorrow actually, after I visit home. Right now, this is exactly where I want to be."

She waved away Cho's concerns and shook her head. "I'm perfectly all right, must just have eaten something off last night. And butterbeer has more sugar than alcohol, and it's warm, so it's doing wonders, actually." She nodded and rolled her eyes in sympathy. "I know the very feeling. Working girl means no time to socialize, though if you're anything like me, you'd not have it any other way." She set down her glass and her book and rested her hand on her chin. "It's tiring, but there's nothing I love more than being creative at work. I could never be one of those stay at home types who just dotes on their children and has no personality their own." She colored for a moment, realizing she just described her own mother, not to mention her mother in law, but she didn't really care. She wouldn't ever be like that. Not that she didn't like her mother or Narcissa, it just wasn't her way.

"Not that there is anything WRONG with that," she added after a long pause, picking up her drink and taking a long sip to cover her blush.


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