Aurora truly hoped that there would be no need to use this particular spell on anyone, let alone a creature but she agreed that knowing how to protect herself was critically important. Her sister had tried teaching her physical combat skills but the girl was more interested in how pretty the pink shade of her boxing gloves were and how cool her dimensional blonde hair looked in the Dutch braids she had plaited on her head which whipped around every time she moved and bounced around. It was safe to say that combat in any form was not her ‘thing’.

It wasn’t that she was complaining, in fact it was quite the contrary as Aurora appreciated anything that was soft and fluffy and cute, but it did seem like the Hogwarts Professors had an affinity for bribing the students with prizes for their academic achievements. The Ravenclaw would’ve been quite satisfied with an extra house point or two, a verbal praise or a quick pat on the back. She was dog-like in a way, if she had a tail every time she was complimented it would be wagging. Her parents would likely appreciate the housepoints too considering the population of stuffed animals on the fourteen-year-olds bed was rapidly growing, especially if it resembled a Unicorn in some way.

She hopped off her seat after listening to the instructions Professor Carton gave and shuffled her way over to the fireproof wardrobe where she selected a suit that seemed around her size (albeit a little long in the legs but that was the issue with being on the shorter side) and pulled it over the top of her uniform. It was certainly a statement and the fourth year couldn’t help but to giggle at herself resembling an Astronaut. Her belongings were placed within the confines of the wardrobe before she skipped her way to an ice dummy somewhere in the middle of all the action.