Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Aurora would also be absolutely beside herself if she had a gnome for a sister. Gnomes were short and ugly and bared their teeth at innocent children, Ariadne was tall and beautiful and looked after her sister so well. There was thankfully no comparison between the two. She nodded an affirmative to Ari’s question, grateful to have her sisters companionship which she had missed during the hour of shopping by herself.

There was absolutely no way that Aurora was going to pick one of the weird flavours that Florean’s offered. She questioned whether anyone actually tried any of them anyway. Wasn’t the point in having ice cream was that it was a delicious treat to be enjoyed? No one wanted troll bogies! “Would I ever do that to my big sister?” she looked up at Ari innocently. Truth be told she wouldn’t, especially if it meant she could share. “Treacle fudge it is!” she grinned. If they were going to share then it would go nicely with Rora’s Cauldron Cakes flavour rather than the lemon which might have been a bit too bitter for the sweet loving child.

Yes, Aurora LOVED strawberries too, especially in ice cream form where it was her favourite shade of bubblegum pink but she still didn’t understand the point in it being low sugar too. “But why can’t it be strawberry AND full of sugar?” Surely that would be superior?

The Ravenclaw watched as her sister placed her hands on her Ma’s shoulder and did her best to conceal the delighted giggle coming out her mouth.

Layla was engrossed in her work enough that she hadn’t noticed the patter of feet sneaking up behind her or the attempt at disguising a giggle from a perpetually happy eleven year old who found it difficult to conceal her joy. The hands on her shoulders were however enough to pull her out of her distraction and into the real world. She visibly jumped, raising her fists ready to fight off the attack. What would be attacking her in an ice cream parlour was unknown but the Wizarding World was a dangerous place and having grown up on the estates of London, Layla was unfortunately familiar with how to protect herself from harm.

She was relieved to see a pair of beaming blondes looking back at her as she swivelled round in her chair. “Don’t do that! I could’ve hit you” she lectured although it was followed by a small smile that was only familiar to her family. The woman, who had insisted for several years that she didn’t want to have children, was so happily settled into family life that she was pretty sure her kids could get away with anything if they really wanted to.