Aster Moonryn is a 6th year transfer from Beaxbatons, hoping for something more interesting than the dull life and endless classy parties that she's used to. After befriending the golden trio, everything seems to be looking up for her: chaos, mischi...
Saturday came around pretty fast. My roommate April was helping me get ready. She suggested I do a natural makeup look and wear something simple but classy so I went with a classic jumper, skirt and boots look.
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Harry told me to meet him at the black lake, where he was already standing when I arrived- in a grey fitted suit. He was holding a bouquet of roses which made me blush. He smiled when he saw me and held out his hand to pass me the flowers, which I took. 'You look incredible' Harry complimented so I did a little spin. 'why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself', I admired his suit as we walked side by side to the train station.
Just as we arrived, I was met with a face I was hoping not to see. He noticed me and Harry and strided over, 'oh look, Potters got himself a girlfriend'. I noticed him eyeing me as he spoke. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled me towards the train that was just about to stop.
'Jealous Malfoy?'
'In your wildest dreams potter' he snapped back. Just as the train stopped, a tall blonde man dressed in all black departed the cabin with a cane beside him.
'Hello father' Malfoy stated and bowed his head slightly as the man ambled closer. He was about to greet him back when he noticed me and Harry stood nearby, causing him to muster a small cocky smile.
'Potter, how lovely to see you and..you are?' he asked.
'Aster Moonryn sir'
He was quite intimidating and seemed like the type of guy to give you the cane for using the wrong tone, so I made sure to remain polite.
His eyes widened at hearing my name and he remained silent for a few seconds, 'I see, and you are related to Mavros Moonryn?'
I had never heard of this man in my life, was I supposed to know him? I know for a fact our family name was unique so there definitely couldn't be another.
'uhm, I'm not sure sir' I responded.
He just thought for a moment before bowing his head at us. 'Right, well I'd love to stay and chat however Draco here has an important quidditch tryout to attend to, so we must be going. Come along Draco' he bashed his cane on the ground and the blonde boy followed behind, making a sour face at us before they left.
Harry and I hopped on the train, finding a seat.
'who was that?' I asked him confused.
He sighed 'Lucius Malfoy, he's Dracos father and quite frankly, not a very nice man'.
'it runs in the family then' I added, glancing out of the window to watch them exit the station. From what I've seen so far, the Malfoys are not a family you want to mess with.
