Aurora couldn’t for the life of her figure out why her Ma had not enjoyed her time at Hogwarts. Yes, it was a little intimidating for a tiny eleven-year-old who had attended Muggle Primary School and was used to modern buildings with their plain white walls and rows of desks and plastic chairs. Hogwarts was completely the opposite. It was ancient with stone walls and dark classrooms lit by candlelight and surrounded by magnificent grounds set in the Scottish countryside. Whereas her old school had a concrete playground and a small field where they had PE lessons, Hogwarts had a big lake and a scary looking forest.

So far had been a good experience for the petite blonde. Although outwardly bubbly and possibly a little ditsy looking, Aurora was fairly bright and enjoyed learning. However, unlike her older sister, she wasn’t a bookworm and staying cooped up in the tower with a novel wasn’t her idea of an exciting way to spend her weekend. Instead, she headed out into the courtyard for a breath of fresh air and the opportunity to meet other people.

Aurora didn’t care who, young or old, first year or seventh year, she would talk to absolutely anyone!