Who: Draco & Astoria (Brief Appearances Mr. & Mrs. Greengrass) What: Astoria & Draco's Holiday plans get started Where: The Greengrass estate, followed by the Malfoy summer home in the Ranmore Forest. When: Today Rating: PG-13
The Greengrasses were a pleasant enough couple, if a bit on the ambitious side and it was clear from the moment Draco had arrived to pick up Astoria that they were thrilled, more then thrilled, with Astoria's chance at snagging the Malfoy heir. Astoria's mother, Violetta, was less then subtle, dropping veiled hints about how thrilled they were with Draco taking an interest in their younger daughter, and how excited they were about her making good connections with well bred families. Her father Coeus was a bit more understated and seemed more inclined to corner Draco and grill him about his intentions if his wife didn't keep cutting him off before he could get started. They were luckily quite distracted by the gifts he'd brought them, and before they could get back on track, Astoria came down, a little rushed and out of breath, and trying not to look it. Her brother Sebastian had warned her Draco was getting the third degree, so she'd hurried down as fast as she could.
Despite her parents' fawning, the Greengrasses were hardly hurting for influence or money of their own. Daphne and Astoria had rarely wanted for anything, but they rarely flaunted it at school, as their mother was a firm believer that Hogwarts was not a place to be wasting their "good" things at, with the exception of balls or formal events. That didn't meant the girls didn't own the height of fashionable robes and things. The auspicious invitation from the Malfoys, however, had meant Astoria had got to do a little extra shopping. She'd packed carefully, more worried about impressing Draco's parents then anything. She was, she hoped, dressed to impress. The robes she wore now weren't dressrobes, but they were certainly more colorful and tasteful then anything you would see in Hogwart's walls. A rich amber color, with lots of golden and bronze embroidery, they were a little more grown up then school robes, cut to cling and drape just so, much to her father's consternation.
Her expression lit up when she saw Draco and it took quite a lot of control to glide gracefully over to him rather then rush right over. "Draco. I'm so glad you've arrived, I'm sorry I wasn't down here to greet you." She gave her parent's a wary look and then arched an eyebrow at Draco, silently asking if he'd been badgered too badly.