Oh dear.

Had she offended the young Hufflepuff? Aurora was not the type of person to intentionally offend others, she was just making a comment on the observations of her fellow housemates. “I know that, silly!” She giggled. That other houses could read, she meant. “But there’s a whooooole reading nook in our common room and it’s usually full!” The little blonde could think of much better things she could be doing rather than reading. Brandon might have enjoyed being a Claw. “But you do suit being a Hufflepuff.. not that I know much about being a Hufflepuff but I know your common room is near the kitchens and that would be the best thing ever if you wanted a snack!” She meanwhile had to walk all the way down from the seventh floor to get to the kitchens. Her Ma would probably be thrilled that trying to find something full of sugar was so difficult.

The conversation quickly moved on to the subject of braiding hair and the eleven-year-old was relieved for the change. Aurora loved having her hair done and it wasn’t like she had anything important to do. “Of course,” she beamed at her fellow first year. “I brushed it super well this morning so there shouldn’t be any tangles.” Aurora was lucky to have inherited that silky, long, blonde hair from her Mum that made it strangely easy to style. “Do you already know how to braid? I could teach you a French plait if you’d like? I can do one on my sister but my arms aren’t long enough and I can’t see the back of my head to do my own.” She was sure it would come with time.