Open to a visitor
Astoria blinked a few times at the man who approached and introduced himself. It couldn't possibly be, this was too odd. Mr. Malfoy, of course, had many of the same features as she was familiar, but here he was so young. This couldn't be happening. And it was because of this that she wanted to go home. Being here was just, unnatural.
"Astoria," she replied politely, yet slowly. "Astoria Greengrass. It's just fine."