Despite it being her fourth year at Hogwarts and with all the exploring she had completed over her time at the school, Aurora had never taken the time to really look at some of the strange art installations throughout the corridors. The paintings had always made sense, the portraits had personalities of their own and could tell you their stories but some of the statues were so odd and had nothing to go by that she had been forced to determine the backstories herself.

Take old Boris here, the statue with his gloves on the wrong hand. Poor Boris was obviously SO confuzzled in his day that he hadn’t even noticed how uncomfortable it must be to have your little fingers in your thumb holes and vice versa. He also had his commemorative instillation in what the Ravenclaw would describe as the quietest corridor in the school. She was sure that Ancient Runes could be very interesting to those who understood them but unfortunately the blonde didn’t fall under that bracket and therefore that particular floor had remained fairly untraversed.

How she had managed to make her way there that day she wasn’t sure. It must’ve been her feet simply taking her where they wanted to go without directly thinking about it. They had stopped her right in front of the statue that she was now gazing up at with that curious head tilt puppies did when they were confused by something.