One thirteen (almost fourteen) year old Aurora was back to her normal beaming self as she sat currently alone at the Ravenclaw table. Not that it was her that had been acting moody all term, no she was enjoying the relative safety of the mirror whilst her other self ran wild in Hogwarts. Or rather spent a lot of time by herself in the library studying which.. well considering that their knowledge had been exchanged when the mirror broke was probably a good thing. It was highly unlikely that this Aurora would’ve touched a study book if it wasn’t completely necessary. How she would cope with OWL’s remained to be seen but she had a whole year before she even thought about that prospect.

The last feast wasn’t nearly as entertaining as the start of term had been resulting in the blonde fiddling with her own hair as she braided it and waited for someone.. anyone ..to join her.