If Aurora was the jam and Anna the marshmallow, did that make Eliza and Brandon the sliced bread? She wasn’t sure how she could link their personalities to the carbohydrate, not in the same way that she could herself being the sickly sweet (and crucially pink) condiment and Anna being the fluffy, bouncy and equally as sweet treat. A picnic of sandwiches in the Forbidden Forest sounded like a great idea about now. She imagined Unicorns, at least the pooping rainbows variety, would thoroughly enjoy a sugar filled lunch.

“My Ma plays the electric violin!” she declared despite it having no added contribution to the conversation, she just felt it had to be said. Her natural rhythm was bouncy anyway so slipping into time with Anna’s skipping was seamless. “I’m not very good with instruments. What do you think I’d be?” she asked the group eagerly. She’d like to think she was something pretty and melodical like a piano but at times she probably acted more like a cymbal coming crashing in.

Brandon need not be concerned that he had unintentionally left Aurora out of the request, in fact she had already forgotten about it especially when presented with a daisy. “I used to LOVE making daisy chains at primary school” she chirped, already searching the ground for extras to start her flower crown off. “I can make us all one if we find enough.” Because making daisy chains was precisely what poor Professor Paton had in mind for this lesson. Perhaps if it were Herbology it might have made just a little more sense.

Oh right, they were searching for Unicorns. Off the group padded through the forest, Aurora’s hand gripping hold of Anna’s semi-consciously because of the darkness that already seemed to be engulfing them. Being quiet wasn’t exactly in her vocabulary however and she was now talking in a sort of stage whisper. “What colour are they?” she asked, bouncing to his side to get a closer look. The sounds of hooves were a little lost amongst the enthusiastic conversations of the group.