Astoria. 𓆗

Sipping tea, reading forbidden books and rewriting the rules of tradition. House of Greengrass and Slytherin. 𓆗

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

— • Astoria Greengrass • —
◦ Sacred 28 | Pure Blood | Old Money, Older Magic
◦ Beneath the charm, a mind sharp as a dagger, cunning and clever
◦ Cursed by Secrets that weren’t mine to keep
◦ Betrothed to Draco Malfoy | Let’s see who plays who
— • Descriptive HP RP • —

[... @ELECTRAEDHEART]

to love someone is firstly to confess ; i'm prepared to be devastated by you

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Another morning at the manor.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Is there any colour more elegant than green?

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Happy Birthday to the Weasley twins.

[Lucius Malfoy @SilverSerpentM]

𝒜 𝒬𝓊𝒾ℯ𝓉 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃

The house settled early that night.

The sea had drawn back into a low, distant hush, the wind threading itself through the eaves with a softer hand than the night before. Upstairs, Scorpius had gone to sleep with sand still tucked stubbornly between +

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

I’ve heard once that Malfoy men are as protective and possessive of their women as a dragon is of their treasures.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

@OfHisRiddle Simply and absurdly?

I’m intrigued.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Mood.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Auror Astoria Vibes:

[vintagelover @queennaurelia]

fascinating✨

[Nightbloom @Nightbloomc]

"You’re like a painting I can’t stop watching."

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Mood.

[۟ @godsfell]

we’re bound by a love that could burn us both.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

Are you always this boldly outspoken, Riddle?

[Mattheo Riddle @OfHisRiddle]

@oathofashes And oh how lucky he is indeed.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

@SilverSerpentM » I did not move. I barely breathed as I held his gaze.

Because he was not be afraid of writing poetry,

And I have never been afraid of leaving a mark.

[Astoria. 𓆗 @oathofashes]

@SilverSerpentM » deliberate, like the moment before a quill touches parchment.

“If you are the sort of man who rewrites until nothing else remains…”

I let the silence draw tight.

“…then perhaps the real question is . . . Would you survive the revision? ”

I did not step away. »