Chapter 1 Asteria Greengrass
Title: In the constellation Scorpius
Chapter 1 - Asteria Greengrass
Characters: Daphne Greengrass and Asteria
Rating: Green
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The picture looks more like the school I
But my flaws are all intact [...]
And day by day the seasons pass
But something will in this way
Jovanotti the song "South"
If there's one thing I realized after all these years, it is difficult to change things, especially things that I do not like. And one thing I am sure it will not change the way people remember you.
'six sister Daphne, right? "
No, certainly does not offend me to be cataloged only a useless being who can not compete with Daphne Greengrass.
Oh, I've made, excuse me, I lose myself often in gossip or whining, by the way, my name is Penelope Asteria Greengrass, are neither high nor low, neither beautiful nor ugly, is blonde with green eyes and I have the oval face.
Daphne is my exact opposite: he has brown hair and blue eyes and is thinner and taller than me.
Revitalize nerve wheat-blond hair, and then tapping your fingers on the desk. I feel my right leg twisted around frantically on the left. And I can not stop.
Nothing serious. Only yesterday I met Blaise Zabini, who must have me mistaken for an owl of my sister. Do not know even my name, Merlin!
I just want people to call me Asteria, too much to ask? I do not like "the sister of Daphne Ravenclaw, or " the sister of Daphne " stop.
I Asteria Greengrass. Point.
But I do not want you to think that I and my sister we love, yes, well ... we are not very attached, and do not stay up late to tell all our secrets, and between us we did not know almost nothing of the other.
yes and no I know some of his friends, also because I often see people with but otherwise she does not know completely nothing about me.
be sorted into two different houses at Hogwarts did not help us.
Especially when I have not disgraced in finishing the Slytherin. Unfortunately, we are hugely different. You can not do anything.
I'm blonde, you notice, I have green eyes of her blue-blue sky really nice-I am a Ravenclaw, and Slytherin you that I am Asteria, she is Daphne.
not want to be categorized more as her younger sister. I'm not going to walk down the street with her only to be as invisible as a ghost when he meets his friend.
I miss Hogwarts, where I could see the full moon day, my only friend in all those years, she's a girl ... particular, but she is unique, and it is she who understands me now-I do not know if you know it. However, it is hard to describe if you do not know, because I can not say that she is really blonde ... a strange blond, dirty, and two eyes that seem to be asleep, but they are very cute. When I went to platform 9 ¾ and I sat next to her nell'Hogwarts Exspress.
Seeing her with that smile disarmingly simple and I could tell you all my fears of not being sorted in Slytherin. I have also revealed the secret that Daphne has never known, for example-I know it's silly, she does not know my favorite color, my lucky number, my favorite band, my aspirations, my favorite books she does not know that I like to sit in the rain to wet and then catch a flu that I do not know how to tell mom, she does not know that I do not like the sun because it makes me feel a great sadness on him. Daphne does not know who is his sister, while the Moon has succeeded in an hour and a half.
After being told my fears she advised me to be myself, and had their thirst for pumpkin juice. I took it a bit 'to his lack of interest. Or rather for what I thought it was lack of interest, because she is so, it takes everything lightly, as if life were a game, to be taken with the same smile and looking flapping wings of a butterfly is in despair caused by the loss of someone.
Moon is very protective towards me, like my sister never has been ... but Daphne was his philosophy of life: we are all self-sufficient, and no big sister serves to protect you forever.
I have not made friends with anyone besides the moon, do not have anyone as a friend, but on my side I know I always have my father, a tall, grizzled that I want a world of good. It's a bit 'gruff, but he is, and ... I can not explain how or why, but we always manage to understand each other.
I feel stronger this understanding of what binds me to my mother. She is different from my father: it is more severe, more detached, more petite, thin, but sweet in his way-smart and very thoughtful, never-make her angry, because he knows revenge.
Daphne is more like Mom, Dad and I more.
We are as diverse as our parents are different from each other.
Pandora-my-owl goes gracefully from the window in my room. Seems to reproach my carelessness. Even an owl is more composed than I am!
approached me while I see a letter that bears a strange necklace.
"But Pan, who gave you that necklace?" I ask smiling.
She fills the lungs with air offensive.
Dear Stella,
I am sorry I have not written before, but the work here Crazing unfortunately missing, in fact. I do not I ever expected. When I went to work for my father I did not think there was so much to do.
I need a lot of journalists and photographers, you know, many of our journalists have gone on maternity leave and the honeymoon, so we are short of staff. If there are people who need them can inform this work?
I know that many people know, though I doubt they are reporters.
Anyway, I hope to free myself soon I miss you very much, and I would like to ask you something urgent, but I do not like questions via owl, I prefer face to face.
when you you are free?
As soon as you send me your answer.
your moon
PS I brought you a series against nargilli at this time there are many around.
laugh realizing who put the necklace on Pandora.
And run to take paper and ink
Dear Moon,
not worry, I understand that the work is heavy, and I am sure you will find very good reporter.
Unfortunately I can not help because I know only thoroughbred and none of them is a journalist.
From your letter I understand that you are very happy, and are proud of you, I know you're doing fine. I'm also jealous. Of course you you're probably having more fun than me I am all day with Daphne and her hysterical collapse.
I can not wait to buy the new issue of the Quibbler, by the way, the last issue was fantastic.
Um, but you know that now I am dying of curiosity?
I need to know as soon as possible, and then you know that I have anything to do here, so I'm always free.
Let me know as soon as possible.
Love,
Stella
Do my letter to the faithful that Pandora first demands to be petted.
"take it to the moon, okay?" Pandora lifts off with elegance, leaving me alone in the room.
Since Moon has finished school he began working to quibble with his father, and since then I have not seen hardly any. We are just off the owl, and I'm very sorry, even though I know she is enjoying himself.
I feel very selfish because I would like here to suffer with me, working away having fun, while I remain here, doing nothing except endure teasing Daphne and Mom - and Dad is out for work-read books and read three thousand times.
But I know what I should do, because there's something I love to read as well: treat.
In the war-in 1997 - I helped by Madam Pomfrey to help nurse. Reassure children of the first year bleeding and weeping, bind up the wounds, preparing the potions, to feel useful to someone, that's what I want.
I apply to a school, but still got no answer, but I doubt it will receive. Many schools were damaged by the war, and yet not all have been restored. And then I dare not think how to say it to my mother Views-which is different from mine-I do not think I would ever work, especially if I did not marry.
Since Capello Talking to me sorted between Ravenclaw, I realized that my life would be different from that of Daphne.
I start biting my nails nervously. As a child I had this habit, but since biting their lips and throw the hair behind the ears I do not calm down, I took this weakness unladylike.
"Stella?" A crisp voice calling me from behind.
Ma .. call me Stella?? I usually just called Asteria coldly, as if I had only one girl in town with you last name only.
I feel strangely at ease as they have ever been in the presence of Daphne, the sister-in-perfect neighborhood.
"that is Daphne?" I ask you tired.
She strokes his hair happy, then move your fingers in thin trying to skirt the system from its folds exist.
has a blue blouse and black skirt bought from Madame Desire-a very famous French fashion designer. He's fine, but it would be even if it were dressed in rags.
'er ... I'm leaving ... you know, with ... Blaise, "she says apostrophe" Blaise " with a toothy smile.
So what? I think angry
"E. .." I try to make it continue.
"And nothing. Tell Mom, e. .. "
" that there is Daphne? Want to talk? I do not understand what happens to you '
You seem to think it over, but then makes a sad smile
"nothing. I'll be back soon, quiet "
I pose a delicate kiss on the cheek, and then walk-graceful that it seems he's dancing-the stairs.
I was saying something, and I am not able to hear it.
For once I feel like I'm the one who does not understand.
