It was on her way back from Charms lesson that Aurora became entirely distracted by the polished glimmer of armour, much like a Magpie attracted to shiny things. She took a detour from her intended route to traverse the long corridor and admire the well-cleaned suits that she could see her reflection in, evidence of the House Elves hard work. The third year was taking her time to stop at each and every suit to see whether she could spot them moving. In fact once she had reached the end she turned around extremely quickly in hopes to catch one of them out only to see nothing at all and wrinkling her nose in response to the disappointment.

She’d heard that during times of conflict the suits of armour often fought to protect the school although the details of which were muggy in her brain considering she got entirely too distracted during History of Magic and would find her thoughts overwhelmed by tall-tales of fantastical adventures rather than the true historical facts of the past. They didn’t seem to be playing ball today however and so on her return journey through the corridor she stopped half way along, rising on her tip-toes to stare into its visor.

..or rather attempt to considering her 4ft6 (and a HALF) frame barely allowed her to reach even the armours head. Instead her nose was sort of smooshed up against the armours chest plate and she was going a little cross-eyed looking at her own reflection.

Was she going to be late to her next lesson? Probably.