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.

It wasn't unusual to see Ezra hanging out among the pumpkins. His love of plants and Herbology often brought him here just to see how they were getting on in the Scottish climate. A little weeding here and there, he found it to be a therapeutic spot to think if he didn't have the inclination for flying, which was his usual first choice for decluttering his mind and focusing.

Making his way towards the fenced area, he was surprised to see Aurora, on her knees in the mud and looking a bit distraught. His brow furrowed—he hadn't spoken to the older girl in a while, but when he thought of her, he always associated her with being infectiously cheerful and well.. an aurora of light.

“Um.. Excuse me?” The now fifth year said softly in an attempt not to startle her. “Aurora? Are you alright?”

Ezra needn’t worry about accidentally startling Aurora, she had spotted his feet approaching from the crouched position that she had adopted in an attempt to undo what she had done. Was she alright? In this very instance no, she was mourning the sad loss of a pumpkin who had only just started its life and it was all her fault. Oh and she was feeling the ickies associated with being a sixteen-year-old girl. But other than that she was fine and dandy thank you.

“I accidentally squished him” Her eyes resembled a guilty Crup being told off by their master as she presented what was left to the younger Ravenclaw. He was good at Herbology right? And he was a Claw and therefore likely to be more intelligent than her (logic) so if anyone would be able to come up with a solution to save it, it would be the fifth year.

It was either that or take it to the kitchens to be made into a pumpkin pie.