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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒, as Aurora sat by the window, staring out into the grey skies, her eyes glossy. Today was the last day of the spring half term and most students were preparing to go home to their families for two weeks. What she would have given to go home to parents like every one else, tell them about all her classes, gossip about her teachers, give her mother a hug. She was supposed to stay with the Weasley's at the burrow, and although she was excited to be spending her holidays with her friends, she couldn't knock the miserable feeling away.

She was awoken from her trance with a tap on the shoulder by Hermione, who was holding her trunk, and giving her friend a slightly worried look. "Are you alright?" She asked.

Aurora forced a smile and nodded, jumping off the window seat she had been perched in and picking up her heavy oak trunk.

As the two brunette girls headed into the corridor, a voice stopped them.

"Miss Westwood. You are required in Dumbledore's office." Professor McGonagall asked, her expression unreadable.

Hermione and Aurora exchanged a confused look, and Hermione gave her arm a slight push and motioned towards Mcgonagall. "I'll meet you in the hall when you're done."

Aurora nodded and waved to Hermione, as she started following the professor.
Neither of the two spoke as they made their way to Dumbledore's office, and she swallowed nervously.

Along the way, Aurora's head was so full of questions that she wasn't looking where she was going, and she stumbled into someone.

Looking up hastily, she realised it was Draco. His deep grey eyes were full of concern as they flicked from her to Professor Mcgonagall, but Aurora ignored him, glaring. If looks could kill, Draco would definitely be dead from the daggers she was throwing at him. They hadn't spoken since their argument, and however many times Draco had tried to apologise she had pushed him off.

Looking the other way, she continued following Mcgonagall, leaving a hurt Draco behind yet again.

Draco Malfoy wasn't used to being ignored, and he had to admit it was an awful feeling.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄'𝐒 office, Aurora's nerves had built up inside of her, and she was trying desperately to take deep breaths. Last time she was here, it was about her parents death, and she certainly did not want a repeat of that night. Shuddering at the memories, she gingerly sat down in the seat Dumbledore had offered her.

Unlike last time she was here, his eyes had their usual twinkle and he was looking a lot more positive, which felt like a good sign.

"Miss Westwood. Don't be so frightened! I have called you here for a good reason." He explained, and her stomach lost a few of the butterflies that were fluttering in it.

"As you know your... er- your parents," he began, but Aurora just nodded, saving him from explaining it.

"Yes... well, we have found some other family. An aunt, more specifically, that is looking to give you a home."