Aurora was simply existing that day. Not necessarily in her head in the clouds sort of way either but her thoughts clearly were on another planet. Venus perhaps? Although she’d always liked the thought of Saturn with her beautiful rings. Was Saturn a she? She felt like it would be a she and..

*bump*

So consumed in an acromantulas web of thoughts was she that she had managed to walk into the hut’s exterior wall with an audible thump. Ordinarily she might have just giggled the experience off but Aurora was a fifth year now and the emotional squirmies were wreaking havoc with her stomach to the extent that her lack of self awareness (in the most positive way) was starting to turn into TOO much awareness. The heat rose in her face and her cheeks pinked as she rushed to conceal herself somewhere in the middle of the group without saying hello to Monsieur Feirgrund.

Nothing to see here..