#agreengrass

[phoenix-flames-rpg-blog]

As for the courtyard thread, so someone made a suggestion for Fay, Jackson, and Astoria?a

Are all three ok with that?

[phoenix-flames-rpg-blog]

I think Fay, Jackson, and Astoria will be the one's outside. Although, I don't know if we all can RP tomorrow night for sure.

[puristmalfoy]

▼ ?

You are:

[] Cute[] Adorable[x] Beautiful[x] Sexy[] askjdgfj

If you kissed me I would:

[x] Kiss you back[] Be shocked[] Smile and laugh[] Push you away[] Slap you

If you asked me out I would say:

[x] No, sorry[] Yes[] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES

Can we cuddle?

[] No thank you[] Yes please[x] Sure, why not

Sex?

[] No thank you[x] Yes please[] Now. Right now. My bed. Hurry

[elenahawthornegryffindor]

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[puristmalfoy]

Mistletoe

The pair sat in Madam Puddifoot's in the aftermath of the ferocious snowball fight, warming up over two hot chocolates. Listening to what Astoria was saying, Draco suddenly had a rustle above the two. Astoria, who had tilted her head up to see what is was--Draco who had an idea, leant over the table to capture her pink lips in a kiss by surprise as she brought her head down again.

"Merry Christmas." Draco whispered when he pulled back.

[puristmalfoy]

✲ (since everyone else is doing it,of course)

Doing something I know I shouldn't with someone I shouldn't be doing it with.

[puristmalfoy]

Introductions in the Snow ☃ || Astoria & Draco

For what Draco Malfoy would normally declare whole-heartedly to be his least-favourite season by a long slide, Winter really was growing on him. Well, par the red nose and the sore throat. However, one thing that wasn't growing on him so much was the so called 'art of snowball fighting', having been given the title by Zabini. It wasn't the whole concept of violence and competition Draco didn't like--no no no, those were the only contributing factors which dragged him outside to play the barbaric game.

It was that snow got everywhere. Everywhere. Not only did it go everywhere, but it only froze everywhere that it got: therefore meaning overall that Draco Malfoy was freezing his bollocks off in a stupid Russian hat dodging in and out of the rogue snowballs being thrown all directions by the Slytherins in 6th and 7th year. 

Picking up the occasional lump of snow from the ground and lobbing at Goyle's head at delayed periods, Draco really was not in the Christmas Spirit. Especially when... Smack. When he felt a frozen hard lump of snow smack him round the side of the face. Cheek burning up as he clutched it with an equally snow covered glove, he spun around to find his attacker to no avail.

"I bet it was Nott, that wanker." Draco hissed under his breath before getting hit directly on the back of the neck again, with the same force. Spinning around, face agape in fury, his eyes connected with the attacker.

[puristmalfoy]

Astoria Greengrass

Draco had always known Astoria as just 'Daphne's baby sister', or 'the younger Greengrass.' However, the fiery girl had proved herself as being much more noteworthy than to remain in the shadow of her sister. The two exchange snarky comments but nothing has come of them, yet. Could turn into something.