As long as Anna didn’t mind wearing something that was questionably drawn but that had all the charm of a painting brought home by a school child whose parents had proudly pinned it to the fridge, then Aurora would be more than happy to offer her creative services to her bestie. Perhaps it was something they could do over the summer whilst munching on their lunch at the sanctuary? At least there they might have extra inspiration when actually sitting amongst creatures and their eggs, not that an egg should be challenging but still. “Like a Creatures and Cwtches field trip? That would be fun.” And technically educational, not that the two weren’t interchangeable as Aurora often found schooling to be fun when in the right company. “Do you think they have all the breeds of dragons there or just the ones in Britain?” Just in case her dragon turned out to be say a Swedish Short Snout.

The end of term dawning upon them did not fill Aurora with dread or glee, she was rather nonplussed about it. She was undeniably looking forward to seeing her family but she was rather fond of Hogwarts and its people. Ironically, Aurora didn’t technically know anything about her dad either but she had never had the inclination to find anything out. She wasn’t even sure her Mums knew who he was either and that was a-okay with her.

“I suppose so..” the Ravenclaw responded, her thoughts consumed by images of mumma dragons chasing around reckless babies. “I guess it depends too on how big these plushies will get. Because a Peruvian Vipertooth might struggle with a fast growing Ukrainian Ironbelly.” She understood that their assignment was to hatch these babies but they hadn’t really been given much information on what was to come next other than that they could keep or donate the plushie. Would they remain in their teeny tiny form forever? Would there come a time when the enchantment ended and they stopped acting like dragons? The latter sounded devastating but then if she had chosen to keep it and it remained a baby forever then it would be positively exhausting to look after. “I have a notepad somewhere” she added helpfully, scattering through her bag to find the flower lined paper and sickeningly sweet scented pens at the bottom. They could use it to write to Derfael and Chloe too if Anna didn’t mind the letter looking mildly unprofessional. But then again after a summer of volunteering, the couple were surely used to eccentrics of this best friend duo.

Anna always had an air of positivity about her words that Aurora appreciated. It was always when and never if, a manifestation that things would happen and it rubbed off on the fifth year. “Maybe we’ll be the first to discover a crossbreed? I wouldn’t know where to start searching though, I never thought I’d be as interested in dragons.” It wasn’t because she didn’t like them but they were much larger, more dangerous and more complicated than the mundane creatures she was hoping to work with.

Which was why when the questions and pleas for advice came flying in her direction, Rora was having a flap for a different reason. “No? I mean maybe? I don’t know!” she chewed at the side of her cheek. “I figure there’s no harm in either way, unless Professor Paton has placed a charm on the egg so that it tells her if there was any intervention. But it’s not like the dragon will suffocate.. is it?” Surely not? It was a plushie. Patience however was not a virtue that these two practiced and the anticipation to see the baby was all too much.

With another almighty crack (which probably wasn’t all that almighty but it sure sounded like it in the confines of a dome) and the reassurance that her egg had decided it didn’t want to miss out on all the fun, Aurora swivelled around to lay on her stomach, chin resting on her forearms as a pearlescent white ear popped out through the smallest of cracks at the top of her egg. “Oh. OHHH.” Were all the words that the Ravenclaw would muster. “Oh no! I think Fauna is more of a Flour”