Aurora had managed to last five years at Hogwarts without having to employ a tutor, a miracle really that she had somehow scraped her way through middling grades and had passed all the appropriate lessons to be able to progress to NEWT level. The problem now being that not only were the lessons about to get harder but she was edging that bit closer to graduation and she wouldn’t be able to ignore the very real possibility that she wouldn’t be good enough to achieve her dream.

Sixth year hadn’t started all that well with distractions in the form of foreign emotions playing on the forefront of her mind that acknowledging Cooper’s idea of finding a tutor at school didn’t seem like a terrible idea anymore. Or at least it would give her an excuse to have to hide herself away (in the LIBRARY, a rarely explored land). No one had mentioned the name of her tutor when she had asked a member of faculty, nor did she put any thought into who it could possibly be other than that it was obviously a seventh year which was probably why the second the sixteen year old turned the corner at the arranged meeting point her face drained of all its colour.

She might’ve attempted an escape plan had she not accidentally walked into an empty desk and made a racket whilst contemplating her next step. Ordinarily she would’ve laughed at herself and swiftly moved on but this time her pale face turned beet red as she wordlessly slipped into the seat opposite.