Aurora was sadly not creative enough to be able to make badges but she did recall having one of those muggle badge making machines when she was younger and to her knowledge it hadn’t been discarded yet. “I’m not very good at drawing but I’ll try” she giggled too, her imagination running rampant of anthropomorphic smiling eggs holding hands just like their special socks did. The fifth year would absolutely refuse to think about what would be happening in a year's time so Anna keeping those thoughts to herself would be thoroughly appreciated. As for donating the plushies, Aurora was already on board. “I think that’s a great idea. I worry that I won’t have time to look after it all the time and then I’d feel guilty. And Mr Derfael always knows what’s best for every creature.” Which was why volunteering for him was practically the BEST thing she had ever done last summer, even with all the poop scooping.

Thankfully for the Hufflepuff, Aurora’s opinion often aligned with hers. It was like their brains shared the same chemistry or something but it was all too scientific for the Ravenclaw to figure out. “Do you think it matters what type of dragon receives what plushie? Could a Hebridean Black nurture a Chinese Fireball?” She imagined that there could be difficulties but she had heard stories of Mumma kneazles adopting tiny crups and vice versa so it was apparently not impossible.

Which led nicely onto their next conversation over dragon hybrids. “I’m sure it would be possible in the real world, like how kneazles and muggle cats can have kittens. I just mean that Professor Paton said during our egg collection that our eggs weren’t able to be hybrids.” Her bottom lip pouted out slightly in protest. “I think opals are a type of rock, aren’t they? I’ve definitely heard of black opals before and when they shine they kind of go rainbow-y.” However they could definitely do better than that. “Welshpodean Emeraldeye.” It didn’t quite roll off the tongue in the same way.

She certainly wasn’t imagining anything and whilst Aurora was excited for her best friend, there was a brief moment of sadness for herself that her own egg was taking its time. “I don’t think so” she responded, shuffling on her bottom to collect her egg and cradle it back to her position. She peered into the crack to squint at the dark shape curled up inside which she promptly showed to her egg as if it could see too and encourage the baby out. “LOOK! Your friend is going to have all the fun. You can’t miss out too—”

Then came an almighty crack which thanks to the curved walls of the dome echoed. “Was that yours or mine?!”