Apparently Aurora wasn’t the only one feeling particularly clumsy with her egg today. With a look of pure fear as she narrowly missed kicking over her own egg in an attempt to catch Anna’s of which she spectacularly failed in her efforts by a good few centimetres. There was a reason that Aurora didn’t take after her Ma in ballsports, she was a horrendous catcher.

She hesitated in inspecting the egg, not wanting to be responsible for dropping it herself but took a second to look over its exterior. “I can’t see any cracks” she chewed at her cheek. “And I imagine that some dragons aren’t that good at landing so they’re probably used to bouncing, right?” With their big bodies and long necks and tails and relatively short legs, they didn’t look like they’d be the best at landing anyway, like a giant goose. At least that was what she would be telling herself when the inevitable happened and she dropped her own.

“You’ve named your dragon already?” she enquired, turning her attention to her own ordinary egg whose name list was so ridiculously long that she had decided to not make the decision until it was hatched. The favourite was Fauna but she felt like it would have to have a certain look, the Welsh GREEN the most obviously fitting. Maybe if she kept singing ‘once upon a dream’ to it, that might happen but sadly the Ravenclaw was not the most tuneful and her singing might’ve sounded more like a Kneazle yowling to the egg than a siren’s call. “I can’t decide on a name. What if I call it something really cute and it turns out to be a Ukrainian Ironbelly? I can’t name them Daisy!” She could but she couldn’t help but think the dragon might get offended by her questionable decisions. Besides, she wouldn’t know whether they were a girl or a boy until they hatched.