Centered in the middle of the First Wizarding War, Aurora Enclove is faced with the task of juggling her final years at Hogwarts with attempts to remain oblivious to the chaos that surrounds. The cautious and timid, pure-blooded Ravenclaw stands on...
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Aurora Enclove was good at being good.
Her mother often described her youngest as an easy child, free of fuss. She would describe her daughter an abiding rule follower who kept her head down and her nose out of trouble. A polar opposite of her older sister, Celeste.
Celeste- who danced with trouble- was an adventurous rebel who refused to say no to having a good time. A girl drawn by her mother and painted by her father with long dirty-blonde locks and eyes an ocean blue, standing bright next to her raven haired sister.
The brown eyed girl sat on the corner of her older sister's four-pillared bed, feet dangling as she watched piles of clothes thrown from side to side. "Merlin, where have my good trousers gone?" Once again, Celeste waited for the last minute to pack.
Rory, on the other hand, had packed days prior. Allowing herself to double and triple-check her trunks, ensuring that she would have everything needed for her first half of term. After six summers she knew the essentials like her wand and books, robes, and regular clothes for the colder season: jumpers, mittens, her lucky scarf, and the knitted hat her grandmother had gifted her four Christmas' ago.
"Why do you torture yourself?" She questioned. "If you would've packed days ago, like I told you do so, you wouldn't be having this problem."
"And leave the fun and suspense out of it? I don't think so," Celeste grinned. "Now, be a doll and check those drawers over there. I'm sure I told Trelly to wash them awhile back."
Almost on queue, Trelly the house elf appeared with a load of folded clothes held between her small arms. "Miss Cely, Trelly has gotten the last round of clothes all ready for you." Her small feet tapping across the dark oak floor as she hurried towards Celeste's bed.
The older witch sighed in relief and thanked the elf before undoing the once neatly folded clothes. Rummaging through them like a wild animal before finding the black pair of trousers she hunted for all morning.
"Celeste, those don't look any different than the other four pairs you've rejected."
She laughed, sliding the fabric up her now bare legs. "Mum tailored these a bit tighter on the waist," she huffed, zipping the fabric together as she examined herself in the mirror. "My bum looks at least two inches bigger."
"Delightful."
"Don't be so square Rory, you're welcome to borrow them whenever." She slid them off once again and handed them to Trelly, who was now folding and organizing the clothes in her trunk. "Now that everyone can see that pretty face of yours with these bottoms, those Ravenclaw boys won't want to leave you alone."
Aurora scoffed, half bothered by her sisters constant comment on the lack of her chunky glasses or her now normal looking front teeth. "Oh, I'm sure. Maybe they'll score me a date to the Christmas ball."
