Astoria knelt in front of her beloved little son, reaching his eye level. She wore a long white sweater over black leather pants that reflected the flames from the fireplace. Her blonde hair was elegantly tied at the back of her neck, with only a few golden strands framing her face. Scorpius adored his mommy - she was beautiful and he loved her kindness - but he was also a mischievous little rascal prone to all sorts of whims.