Fear not fellow Claws, the minute she was joined by company that little pout dissipated into a trademark beam which practically consumed half of the second years face. To some the view of a happy Aurora might have been a welcome sight but to others the thought of having to put up with a boisterous twelve (very almost thirteen) year old was probably enough to put a grimace on their faces especially considering how quiet her compatriots were being. The swinging of her legs continued under the table which occasionally bumped into the bench she was seated on making her briefly leave her seat whilst she did so.

The first to join her was her fellow dormmate Hope whose presence was treated by an over-enthusiastic wave from the petite blonde. If Rora knew that Hope had any qualms over sitting next to Aurora merely because she thought she was scruffy in comparison, she would’ve told her to stop being so silly and wrapped her little arms around her in a squishy hug. Aurora usually only looked well put-together because her sister aided her in perfectly braiding her hair although she was getting pretty good at it herself now. Perhaps she’d ask if she could practice on Hope in September. “We’re going SKIING!” she beamed excitedly. By ‘we’ she of course meant her two mums and her sister. “I can’t remember where though.. But we usually go to the beach and Mom decided this year to do something different. I didn’t even know there were places to ski in August. I’ve got a bright pink ski coat!” Too much information perhaps but it was important to her anyway. “What about you?” What fun was to be had in Hope Land?

The arrival of Mouse, who was living up to her name judging by the lack of conversation she was making, was met also with a wiggly finger wave from Aurora. She had known her from before her Hogwarts days as she had been her sisters friend at Beauxbatons and despite that they didn’t actively ‘hang out’ as friends, the Ravenclaw was still going to miss seeing her around. It was a strange comfort for when Ariadne was AWOL somewhere that Minerva was there as a sort of older sister figure. “Don’t be sad!” she exclaimed even though Mouse had a smile on her face and therefore was likely to NOT be as melancholy as Aurora was projecting on her. She temporarily bounced out of her seat to go wrap her arms around from behind the seventh year in a big bear hug before settling back in her usual space ready for for the feast to begin.

Mmmm… Pudding.

The mention of dessert by the Swan Princess as she was now going to be designated received an alarmingly loud grumble from Aurora’s stomach. They could completely skip the savoury and go straight to the sweet and she would be perfectly content. “HI FRIENDS!” she grinned at both Mitsuki and Mercer (the Fairy Catcher, clearly Anna’s nickname giving abilities were rubbing off on the second year). The poor older students had dared to acknowledge Aurora at the party and therefore she was to become attached like a limpet to them whether they liked it or not. Thus was the way this child’s brain worked.

Speaking of Anna..

It hadn’t gone unnoticed that there was a rather conspicuous balloon floating above their heads and travelling dangerously close to the candles. For a second she was distracted by the pretty rainbow colours until her eyes traversed down the long string and to the figure at the end of it. OH! Well that made perfect sense. Had Anna been looking in her direction she would’ve given her best friend an enthusiastic wave and an inquiry whether SHE (despite being nowhere near graduation) was privy to one of those goodie bags. There would also have to be some correspondence of handing over their co-parenting responsibilities of Merryweather the Pygmy Puff at some point.