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"That may very well be true," Anna laughed with an elegant twirl of the wrist to flip her hair. There was surely something to actual smells versus perceived smells, sort of like how the same potion could smell like different things depending on the smeller, and the seventh year was quite pleased that in Aurora's case she smelled like something welcoming, homey, and sweet. Leaning over a bit, Anna sniffed Aurora to lean into their bit some more and could honestly say that she did not smell any jam but there was a sensory memory that came to mind thanks to certain sugary incidents in the Hogwarts kitchen. "Not so much like jam, but rather like ice cream, I say...which is indeed most excellent and some may argue behhhTuh." Anna considered what Aurora was saying, her gaze steady and ever the encouraging smile in place, though she struggled to entirely subscribe to this line of thinking and why Aurora seemed to be so concerned with fitting into one specific box shape. "Indeed... however, boxes come in various shapes and sizes, and one ought not to be like an occamy, adjusting one’s size to conform to them — not always, at any rate. Recall how Mr. Derfael recounted his journey? He eschewed the conventional path of attending university post-Hogwarts. He even left, if memory serves," she offered while rubbing her hands on the skirt of her uniform to wipe some excess sweat off her palms. "Now he and Miss Chloe are esteemed magizoologists, having crafted their own niches rathuh than conforming to a predetermined mold. One wouldn’t compel an item too large for a box to fit within it, would one? It could very well damage the box or the item itself. So, why would one desire to altuh oneself to fit into a containuh that was nevuh intended for them?"
Anna laughed and shook her head, her curls bouncing every which way as if they had come to life themselves. "One might aspire to such a notion, but I do believe it's rathuh presumptuous to project our ethics and comprehension of reality onto mandrakes. They are not creatures who exist solely to bring about our downfall; rather, they embody an evolutionary trait." It simply was the state of the world and it was on witches and wizards who insisted on using the plants for their brewing purposes - no wizarding interference and no screeching!
"Or ... I might bring some exceedingly damp crisps," she giggled with a playful nudge, her nose wrinkling at the thought and almost gagging. It really would defeat the purpose of a crisp, you know? "I'll take stock of the provisions and procure something appropriate. Something that’s good for the mind... such as berries!" And look at that! They had come back around to berries and those were in jam (and ice cream)!
And then the conversation turned serious and her brow furrowed while she struggled to grasp the whirlwind of emotions swirling in the air, but it really felt like she was trying to catch smoke with her bare hands. Her insides twisted uncomfortably and she couldn't put her finger on what exactly bothered her about Aurora's affectionate proclamation that they were a two for one deal. It was true that it wasn't like here and Aurora were like comparing apples to oranges, they were obviously both strawberries, but even fruit came in its own unique shape and size and maybe...Anna was afraid of Aurora attaching her identity too much to the Hufflepuffle's own - and Anna was realizing just how much she didn't actually know herself and that just added a whole layer of confusion in subtext to the conversation. "It seems you’re presuming quite a bit about Solomon—like you think he’s usurping our positions...." she frowned, her voice softening a bit as she rested a hand on Aurora's shoulder. "Is this in reference to what we stumbled upon on the train?"
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