Let’s be honest, little twelve year old Aurora was absolutely here to talk to everyone and anyone at the job fair despite the fact that she wasn’t truly thinking about what direction her life would be heading it yet. Theoretically it would be a good idea to think about which elective subjects she would need to take in order to achieve her goals but that would require thinking ahead and Rora entirely lived in the here and now. What she lacked in preparedness she entirely made up for in enthusiasm.

Dressed in a pale pink skater dress, her hair expertly braided by his sister that morning (who she had seemingly managed to lose in the distance between the Ravenclaw Common Room and where she was presently stood) in two Dutch pigtails and with a pair of black ballet flats finishing off the look, Aurora at least appeared neat and professional. That professionalism completely went out the window the MINUTE she spotted the petite sized Winged Horse halfway across the Great Hall. The SQUEAL that escaped her lips was surely audible enough for anyone in the immediate vicinity to hear. The excited trot that she performed bee-lining for the creatures booth perfectly represented how she was feeling as the two pigtails bounced up and down in time with her steps.

“Oh my Merlin that is the CUTEST thing I’ve ever seen!” The horse that was, not the baby. Not that the baby wasn’t cute but unfortunately Aurora didn’t have as much experience with smaller children seeing as she was the baby of the Ackerly family. “What is their name? Can I touch them? How old are they? Have they learned to fly yet?” Came the absolute bombardment of questions. No introductions necessary, the Ravenclaw was here for the horse.