Breakfast at Hogwarts was usually a quiet affair, at least until Astra Potter decided to make it her personal mission to flirt with every sentient being in the castle.
It started innocently enough. Astra lounged at the Gryffindor table, tossing a piece of toast from one hand to the other, when Cedric Diggory strolled past with a gaggle of Hufflepuffs. Her eyes lit up.
“Cedric!” she called, loud enough to turn every head. “You’re so dazzling I’m surprised the sun doesn’t just give up and retire.”
Cedric tripped over his own feet, nearly taking out a first-year, while his friends burst into laughter. His cheeks flamed red as he threw her an awkward thumbs-up and hurried away.
“I think you broke him,” Hermione muttered from across the table, not bothering to look up from her book.
“He’ll survive,” Astra said with a shrug, “but will I? It’s hard being in the presence of perfection.”
By mid-morning, Astra had moved on to the Slytherins. Blaise Zabini was the first to fall into her web. She caught sight of him in the hallway, casually leaning against the stone wall, radiating cool indifference. Astra, never one to miss a challenge, strolled right up to him.
“Zabini,” she said, her voice dripping with mock reverence, “your cheekbones are so sharp, they could cut glass. Tell me, do you model in your free time, or are you just naturally this stunning?”
Blaise quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Potter, are you flirting with me?”
“Depends,” she shot back. “Is it working?”
He let out a soft snort, shaking his head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Liar,” Astra teased, winking before spinning on her heel and disappearing into the crowd.
Blaise watched her go, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
The chaos reached its first peak in Potions class. Astra sauntered into the room, her Gryffindor tie loosened and a mischievous glint in her eye. She took her seat, but her attention wasn’t on her cauldron it was on Professor Snape.
“Professor,” she said, cutting through the tense silence like a knife, “you’re looking particularly dashing today. Have you done something different with your robes? A new tailoring spell, perhaps?”
Snape froze mid-step, his robes billowing dramatically as he turned to glare at her.
“Potter,” he said slowly, enunciating every syllable like a threat, “focus on your potion or I’ll ensure you spend every evening in detention for the rest of the term.”
“Ah, playing hard to get, I see,” Astra quipped, smirking.
The class erupted into poorly stifled laughter. Even Draco Malfoy, seated a few desks away, struggled to hide his grin.
“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape snarled, his glare practically boring a hole into her head.
Astra clutched her chest dramatically. “Oh, come on, you can’t put a price on charisma, Professor.”
Snape’s lip curled, and for a brief moment, it looked like he might actually explode.
By lunch, Astra had already made her rounds through most of the houses. She complimented Fleur Delacour on her Veela glow in the courtyard (“Honestly, Fleur, you’re so radiant it’s unfair to the rest of us.”), told Hagrid his beard was “iconic” during Care of Magical Creatures, and even managed to make McGonagall sigh into her hands during Transfiguration.
“Professor,” Astra said with a dazzling smile, “if I get full marks on this essay, will you let me buy you a drink in Hogsmeade?”
McGonagall stared at her for a long moment, then pinched the bridge of her nose. “Miss Potter, focus on your studies.”
“I’ll take that as a maybe.”
The grand finale came at dinner. Astra stood up on the Gryffindor bench, tapping her goblet with a fork for attention.
“To all my admirers,” she announced, grinning as every head in the Great Hall turned toward her, “I know it’s hard sharing me, but I appreciate your patience. Fear not, I’ll get to each of you in due time.”
The hall erupted into a mix of laughter and groans.
“Potter, sit down before you embarrass yourself further!” Malfoy called from the Slytherin table, though his smirk betrayed his amusement.
“Draco, darling, if I wanted your opinion, I’d ask,” Astra shot back, blowing him a kiss.
Even Dumbledore chuckled into his goblet, while Snape looked like he was plotting her untimely demise.
“Potter!” McGonagall snapped, glaring at her. “Sit down this instant!”
Astra grinned. “Anything for you, Minnie.” She dropped back into her seat, looking entirely pleased with herself, as the hall descended into chaos.
She was shameless, incorrigible, and utterly unstoppable and Hogwarts wouldn’t have had her any other way.