As traumatised as Aurora was over her new found status as a pumpkin killer, she would understand if Ezra found the whole thing funny and laughed. She was a giggler herself, even in situations where perhaps it wasn’t the appropriate response. She was also the type of person to not be able to control herself when another person was laughing, like it was infectious.

A bit was an understatement but she appreciated his attempts at comfort. She also appreciated the advice that he was giving which despite being a possibility was not going to be a reality. As much as Aurora would like to think she was capable of nurturing it back to life, she didn’t have the patience to do so. “That sounds like an awful lot of work” she sighed, rising up from the kneeling position she had assumed to wipe off the dirt that had accumulated on her knees. “And I don’t think I’ll remember to do it every single day so I guess I’ll have to leave him as fertiliser.” Sounded like the best option and would ensure his fellow pumpkins could thrive.

See? She knew her fellow Ravenclaws were far wiser than she could ever be.

“Are you a pumpkin expert?” the blonde asked. “Or do you like spending a lot of time here? I don’t often see people in this direction.” Not that she spent that much time there either and just so happened to be passing by at the time. Most budding herbologists favoured the greenhouses instead.