Cupid's Got Bad Aim Valentine's Day Ball 2019

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[attr="class","title-astoria"]Valentine's Day Dance

[attr="class","subtitle-astoria"]THANK YOU FOR NOT PAIRING THE PROFESSORS

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It was a free night-- well, mostly. Hyp-- Adonis-- was being watched by her elf, the Wing was empty, and Tamara was somewhat socializing. Admittedly, neither she nor Roderick Bletchley looked quite that happy to be paired together, but looks-wise, they didn't look much amiss. She'd convinced Tamara to put on a blue dress, and Morag's son was simply wearing black. Perhaps she'd be successful in pushing them together, but. . .

No, Tamara was four-- fifteen. She ought to be able to not enjoy herself at a dance without it being something more. Things were admittedly unsteady, and it would be far more beneficial for Tamara to remain unattached if things slid much further. Truthfully, she didn't see that happening. A change in the Ministry, perhaps, as Daphne had complained Shacklebolt was being seen around more, but overall, she thought that the so-called status of purebloods would remain. If the slavery would. . .well, overnight something in the Ministry had seen to shift as many had made departures. It had happened around the time Theodore had left (and she doubted the two were unconnected) but Warrington was still in the Ministry, and from what little Asteria knew of her, the Death Eater would rather strangle herself than lose power. As she had not done so to Asteria's knowledge, it was unlikely that there would be a major shift as of yet.

Better for her to be a child, and remain so, to keep what she had left. A sad, angry, depressed child, perhaps, but a child all the same. Asteria could take the quiet rage, could take the wrathful tears. She needed to, what she was doing was to protect Tamara after all. From those like her sisters, from her sisters themselves. The line was still not fully secure and she did curse Theodore for leaving while she had still been nursing. After all, after Adonis stood Eudora (or had Daphne made her sign her rights away?), and Cynthia after that. Uncle Florent, cousin Alder, and. . .she could not remember what Rosalind and Amaryllis had done after their marriages. Was Rhea in the line, were Saffron and Sorrel? She could not recall, though she ought to have. It was the late nights, she told herself.

Her hand strayed to her belly. Much as she savored not carrying a child in it, more than she ought to, she knew it unwise. If Hyper-- Adonis followed the same route as his brother, if he was a Squib. . .she knew the line after that, though it was messy. There would certainly be more infighting, and more people bowing to Daphne, who would then choose to be crueler. She was the matriarch, after all, she did had the right to name her heir in times of confusion. She'd turn the sharpest edges on Asteria herself, she knew. To prevent that from happening, she really ought to have another child, but with the ring on her finger. . .

No, the Notts would not take kindly to horning Theodore, and Daphne would be even more displeased. A divorce would make it almost worse, so all she had to do now would be to wait for Theodore, and curse that he'd left. A blessing in disguise then, perhaps. Pregnancy had been a miserable affair, as she'd been reminded far too much of Hyperion. To put herself through that a mere three months after would be foolish, and surely drive her daughter away even more. She kept the smile light on her face as she observed the students. There seemed to be little drama as of yet. Let it stay so, she hoped.

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