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Post by Astoria Helena Greengrass on May 2, 2009 7:15:46 GMT 9.5
Astoria sat slouched at the Slythrin table. Sure, her mother had always instilled in her daughters the importance of good posture. But some rules were made to be broken every now and again. Idly, she pushed her dinner around her plate. Tori rarely ate very much, but she always took a little extra. From a very young age, she'd been one of those kids who always played with their food, and that was what she had resorted to now.
The past few days hadn't exactly been thrilling for the young Slytherin girl, to say the least. Thus why she'd resorted to sliding cold food around a near empty plate for amusment. Sure, it wasn't much. But desperate times called for desperate measures, did they not? After three years at Hogwarts, Astoria had finally grown weary of pushing her sister's buttons. Daphne was just too easy to play with when it came to that. She was already more popular, and recieving higher grades than her big sister, and the challenge - as well as the fun- was waning.
Lazily, her green eyes flickered up, darting around the Great Hall for a moment. There really wasn't much drama going on this evening, making her lip jut out in an adorable half-pout. Where was the action? The drama? Where was that ever-so-handsome Draco Malfoy? Her three favorite things seemed to be absent at tonights evening meal, and Tori was not pleased in the least.
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