If there was ANY excuse to work alongside her best friend, Aurora was going to take it. Even more so when it involved co-parenting a (not so) living creature, their experience with a very much still existing Pygmy Puff was testament to their ability to work effectively together. What could possibly go wrong when they repeated that scenario with their dragon eggs?

Other than that Aurora had almost dropped her egg twice on the journey down from Ravenclaw tower to the grounds, once when the staircase had decided to change directions and she was caught unaware and the other when an over-excited first year went whizzing past her, knocked her elbow and she had to catch the egg as it was tossed up in the air. In hindsight it might have been a clever idea to have picked up one of those baby carriers but it was too late now. It had left her wondering what would happen if she accidentally cracked it open early but she wasn’t reckless enough to want to find out.

The rest of the journey to the domes was spent treading carefully until she settled into an empty dome and placed the egg gently onto a cushion to keep warm and cosy in the regulated air. She hadn’t actually chosen which type of dragon she preferred and was hoping that trying a mix of all hatching methods would result in one at random so that she wouldn’t be forced to make the decision herself. She was dressed in a sparkly jacket however, one that she and her sister had bejeweled themselves many years ago and of which Aurora miraculously still managed to squeeze her way into. She’d also brought along a wad of sheet music she’d found in the music classroom for her and Anna to attempt to sing, despite not being able to read music at all. Even if they weren’t entirely in tune, the lyrics would be correct.

To pass the short time it would hopefully take the Hufflepuff to arrival, she began humming a simple tune whilst flicking through her notes from the egg collection day.