Originally Posted by Lottiepot

The more she thought about it, the more that Aurora craved the companionship of a Pygmy Puff for those lonely nights when she was stuck in the common room with no one to annoy talk to. Sure a Pygmy Puff didn’t have the capabilities to talk back to her but let’s be honest Aurora could talk to brick wall for hours if she had to. Sometimes the spiel that came out her mouth was long and characteristic of a princess loving eleven almost twelve year old that probably bored some of her intellectual type housemates to sleep. Aurora was not into reading, or Wizards Chess or Magical Debate club but she could list off all the Disney films in chronological order. Whether her mums actually named her intentionally after the Princess had never been revealed but Aurora certainly lived up to her name.

And she’d heard that Pygmy Puffs came in PINK! What more could a girl want?

“Thank you” the young girl grinned as she gratefully accepted the sour sweet (in her favourite colour of course) before popping it in her mouth and scrunching up her face as the sourness hit her. Aurora had never tried the red liquorices but she understood why the black ones were always left. “Black liquorice tastes like chewing my Grandma’s half dead plants in her greenhouse.” Not that Aurora was familiar with what that tasted like either as she had thankfully never attempted it but that was what she imagined anyway. Liquorice wasn’t a sentient being so the Ravenclaw didn’t feel too bad about offending the candy with her immature taste buds. “My Grandma likes them! Maybe I’ll have to buy her a load so that they feel a little more loved?” Her Ma surely wouldn’t mind if she spent money on someone else and anyway they tasted gross which probably meant they were healthier, right? “Ooooh maaaaaybe. Or maybe it’s one of those things that when you get older your taste buds become more boring? My mums eat like rabbits,” she giggled. It was all salad bowls and vegetables, exactly what you would feed a rabbit.

Aurora shared Anna’s lack in the height department and simultaneously swung her legs back and forth copying her friend. One day she’d have that promised growth spurt but unfortunately this morning hasn’t been that occasion. “Mhmm! I’ve got my new cauldron so far and some new Dragon Hide gloves.” Ones that she wasn’t allowed to lose like the previous pair she had thrown at the attackingGnomes last term. “I haven’t got my books yet either! Maybe we could go to Flourish and Blotts together later?” Sadly a lot of Ariadne’s books from second year were written in French or from some strange author and therefore not on her specific list otherwise she would’ve skipped the textbooks altogether.

As for the socks? “Did a Nargle get to them?” she giggled.