If Aurora hadn’t of practically begged the Sorting Hat to put her into Ravenclaw, there was probably a strong chance that she would’ve been gone into another house, probably Gryffindor. Where a majority of her housemates were bookworms or studious, Aurora couldn’t see the appeal in wasting her time reading when she could be out playing games with her friends or ice skating in the rink back home or riding horses or generally just being a kid with energy to burn and a thirst for life. She tried her hardest not to scrunch her nose up at the mention of poetry. They had studied a few poems in the last year of her primary education and she couldn’t have thought of anything more boring. That being said some of the nonsense poems were quite silly and gave her a little chuckle.

“I have no idea who that is but cool!” she remarked with a grin. Each to their own, Aurora would never judge. “You should be a Ravenclaw.” Was that stereotypical? Probably! Although she would’ve been extremely disappointed not to join her mums in the realm of the Claws, it wouldn’t have mattered too much if she had gone to another house. They all seemed pretty fun after all.

As for what she was doing that was a surprisingly difficult question to answer. “Just wandering about. I didn’t want to be up in the tower all day so I came for a walk. And to find friends!” Or to make friends. Or to latch onto an older student and force them persuade them to show her the ropes. “But now you’re here so I’ll stay with you! You can braid my hair if you want..” He said he wanted to practice for his big sister.