Technically there was no such thing as a ‘proper’ Ravenclaw unless you traveled down the stereotypical route. Aurora herself deviated from that path significantly although others had been commenting more recently on how Clawish she was which obviously delighted the blonde. “Umm.. book smart and witty and clever and loves to learn.” The latter of which was actually relevant to herself just not in the reading and theory type way.

Oh! Well that was okay then, she’d be prepared for Hogwarts winters if she was used to snow although her US geographical skills were less to be desired and she had no idea where Indiana was on the map. “It’s rainy here too and sometimes because of the mountains the fog rolls in across the lake and you can’t see five feet in front of you.” It just added to the mysterious atmosphere that the school exuded. Cosy winters were something to look forward to and were made even better when there were marshmallows to roast.

As Alissa started describing Ilvermorny, the blonde plopped herself down on the nearest bench and folded her legs crossed underneath her listening to every word. The idea of other magical schools fascinated her but she wouldn’t have chosen any of them over her beloved Hogwarts. “Are the Professors nice or stricter? Do you learn all the same subjects? Are there those clique things like in the muggle films? Do you have cheerleaders?!” There were so many questions that it sort of came out all in one excited breath and she actually found herself gasping for an intake of oxygen by the end. The next question from Alissa was received by a deep, thoughtful expression before she shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t remember ever visiting.” The Flemings lived in the UK now after all. Perhaps she’d have to ask her when she was home for the holidays.. that was if she remembered to.