Astoria was very proud that she was a Slytherin, thank you very much.
"My sister?" she repeated. "Since when do you spend enough time with her to be able to be such a good judge of her character?" The last time Astoria knew of George and Daphne interacting was when one of his sheep had eaten her shoes.
She began to reach a hand out toward the crystals, then quickly retracted it. As much as she'd like to disappear, or use them to meet up with Justin, she knew she couldn't. She had to move on and allowing herself to entertain fantasies that maybe, just maybe, they really could be together would only hurt them more. "No, I don't," she told him stiffly.