Sixth year Aurora was.. odd.

..and not in her usual way either. Not from all the fantasies and real life Princess-isms and whatever cloud she was currently residing on but because she was feeling the feels in the ickiest of ways and quite frankly she didn’t know how to deal with them.

As was typical after summer in Scotland, it was a gray and overcast day that perfectly reflected the straight-faced expression the blonde had thoughtlessly on her face as she made her way down the pathways to the pumpkin patch. In that moment, she looked strangely like her Ma, like the expression was natural and that the smile she usually had plastered on her face was all a huge pretense. She hoped it wasn’t, she wanted nothing more than to go back to sunshine and rainbows and skipping through wildflower meadows and..

*squish*

Her footsteps must’ve been stompier than usual as a poor miniature pumpkin who had only just started to grow was squashed under her weight. “Oh no no no no” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees to check whether a rescue attempt could be made. As if the Ravenclaw needed any further reasons to feel guilty.