If Aurora was ever late to anything it truly wasn’t intentional. She just had a habit of getting distracted by things, something she hadn’t noticed before, a group of people to talk to, something fluffy or furry or feathery. Hogwarts was full of distractions in every direction.

And those distractions seemed to be growing greater with every birthday that passed.

But that was a thought process for a later Rora, right now she was more concerned about getting to her seventh year friend (yes, she assumed everyone was her friend) before he got bored of waiting. Out the common room she stepped relieved that there wasn’t a riddle to answer on exit although there would be the challenge of getting back in later.

“Hi!” Her blonde waves bounced on her back as she joined the Gryffindor. “I’m not late am I? It’s just there was a really cute cat and I had to say hello.” He wasn’t scared of cats like he was scared of the owls was he? A fear of all animals would be TRAGIC.