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nohxroeshere:

The hilarious part of Finley’s life came from the fact that the spell put on him that took away his hearing in one ear, ended up also left lingering headaches. A muggleborn in his dorm told him one day when they were so bad that he couldn’t get out of bed, that it was most likely a migraine. They didn’t have muggle medicine at the hospital wing, but Pomfrey had something better. A treatment that Finley had to take every other week.

It was a potion still in tests so he had to sit around for at least an hour, usually two, to make sure there weren’t any side effects like growing a third arm, or only speaking in pig latin. So that’s how he spent his first Saturday at Hogwarts for the new year, lying in a bed, glasses on and book over his head. Usually he was alone, but right when Pomfrey walked away, another person walked in. She looked kind of familiar. Finley was sure he saw her around here before.

He was going to leave her alone, no one wanted to talk at the hospital wing. But Finley was bored, so he turned to glance at her. “Come here often?”

Merlin’s tits.

What on earth had compelled this guy into talking to her? Couldn’t he simply follow common courtesy and reciprocate the perfectly visible ignoring she was doing until the Madame Pomfrey decided to deem it time to save them from the awkwardness? The nerve, honestly.

The old Astoria would be perfectly content to continue ignoring the stranger, but the new Astoria felt somewhat compelled to be more social. Perhaps it was attributed to the fact that her time with the Order, as sad as it is to say, was the closest Astoria ever was to having friends. Agrippa, that’s pathetic.

“Only when I have to,” Astoria replied after a minute, setting her book down. She had seen this boy lurking around in the Library before. And she was almost positive they had a class together. “What about you? Because if you were looking for a calming atmosphere to read, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.”

#&& finley #// honestly theyre both so sassy n i love it

Astoria hated the hospital wing, with a deep, visceral passion. She’d spent more than a fair share of sleepless nights stuck in a hospital bed due to complications with her illness. It doesn’t help that she’s had a mandatory weekly check up since her first year. That was the compromise - either she submit to the healer’s once a week and be permitted to attend Hogwarts, or be tutored at home under the watchful eye of her mother.

So she relented. But she would be damned if anyone found out. She took her check ups under odd hours when the Hospital Wing would be empty and buried medicinal potions deep within her sock drawer. And when she couldn’t cover it up, she lied. Nights spent in the hospital wing became wild parties, check ups became detentions - so on.

Astoria stepped into the Hospital Wing, positive that there she would be alone. It mid-morning, and on the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. But, to her surprise, a boy was sitting atop one of the stark white beds. Instead of engaging with the aforementioned stranger, Astoria did what she did best - ignore. She pulled out a well-worn novel from her book bag and began to read.

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#&& finley #// astoria 'if i ignore it it'll go away' greengrass amirite #// also dont worry about matching length or anything!!

dulcebelluminexpertix:

Draco scrunched his nose up slightly and let out a soft noise of disgust. “Then it’s good I’ve got a free period next. Wouldn’t want to be late because of walking you all that way.” He could have backed out, but since Astoria was one of the few people he didn’t feel uncomfortable around anymore it was worth the walk.

“My mother was asking about you in her latest letter.” He said, keeping his tone light. “Just wondering how you and Daphne were doing, if you’d heard from your mother recently, that sort of thing.” Draco turned his head toward her and raised his eyebrows. “We haven’t really had a chance to catch up since term started, so you’ll have to fill me in so I can pass the message along.”

“Well that’s good - I could use the company. My class is entirely made of gossipy sixth years so you’re a welcome presence.” Astoria replied, frank and self-assured. The two began to weave their way throughout the hallways, ignoring the stares that would inevitably make their way over to the pair.

“Really?” Astoria wasn’t stupid - she knew Narcissa Malfoy’s interest in her well-being wasn’t out of the goodness of her heart. No, now that the world was beginning to pull itself back on its feet, pureblooded society was quickly trying to scrape itself back into some semblance of its former glory. “Well,” She began, “My mother’s not taking her house arrest very well - she’s sent me an owl almost every day since the term began.”

#&& draco

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For what seemed the hundredth time since he’d received it, Draco was rereading his mother’s last letter. She wasn’t able to send them often and he couldn’t send her any back, so every one of them was precious to him despite their lack of content. He was propped against a wall in the fifth floor corridor, idly keeping himself busy until his next class.

It was only when a nearby door opened and students started filing out that he realized just how long he’d been standing there. When he looked up he spotted a familiar face and a found himself walking toward her before thinking about it. “Astoria.” He called out, not in any sort of urgent tone but loud enough to be heard over the rest of her classmates. “Allow me to walk you to class?” He offered with a charming smirk, quickly tucking his mother’s letter into his bag.

Without giving her time to answer and instead assuming he knew what it would be, Draco fell into step beside her, keeping his head held high and ignoring everyone except for her around them. He’d found that was the easiest way to avoid the stares and whispers, especially with the younger students. While he felt that he deserved it all, he would do whatever he could to not let his bad name effect Astoria in that way.

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It was almost...unsettling, being back in class. The air was thick with a sense of dread as if everyone was expecting another attack, despite the fact that the war was well over. It was quieter, too. Yes, the first and second years ran about, their laughter ringing out in the halls. But then, one would suddenly stop, as if suddenly remembering the horrors that occurred in these halls not very long ago, and then one by one, they would all grow as solemn as the upper forms.

Needless to say, she was glad to leave once the bell rang.

Astoria let out a heavy sigh, hiking up her school bag as she stepped out of the classroom. Drawn from her musings at someone calling her name, she turned, only to find a familiar face. “Well hello there stranger,” Astoria replied, a ghost of a smile coloring her features. “If you’d like - but I have to warn you, I have Astronomy next.”

#&& draco #(AHH im already screaming)

It was odd being back at Hogwarts. Odder even, to pretend as if everything was fine. To pretend as if this castle wasn’t a ruin a few months ago, or that people hadn’t died in these halls - to pretend as if she hadn’t almost died a few months ago.

A true Slytherin. Her mother said, her voice hinging on bitter. Switching sides like that, saving our family from complete ruin. Astoria ignored it - her mother was currently on house arrest and had a habit of angrily muttering under her breath every time she entered a room.

What she needed was an escape. Somewhere away from the huddled masses that grew quiet every time she walked past. Somewhere with peace and quiet - just her, and her well-worn copy of Macbeth. She had finally found a nice grassy spot near the lake, only to find upon further inspection someone was already there.

“Mind if I sit here?”