A chaotic tale of a young girl surrounded by orphans, dark wizards, and irresponsibility!
A thrilling AU in which Tom Riddle simply cannot get rid of the pestering presence that is Aurora whatever-her-last-name-is.
In which Aurora makes it her life...
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Aurora had never been more grateful for the weekend. Why, you may ask? Well, the answer comes into play with her current whereabouts. After so irresponsibly drinking and staying up half the night with Arcturus, and the next day being spent hung over, not to mention frolicking around in that creepy ass Forest all night— Rory was quite tired. Although, she was sure it was almost nothing in comparison to Frankie.
Aurora had woken up in her undergarments in a windy clearing of the Forbidden Forest with a nude Frankie. As always, whenever this would happen once a month, neither would look at the other until they got the all clear confirmation. Unfortunately, last night was a rough one on her sweet Hufflepuff friend. So, Rory grabbed the extra cloak that she brought specifically for him and gently draped it over his still-sleeping figure while looking over her shoulder as to not invade his privacy.
"Just another day in the life," she muttered to herself groggily.
As much as she wanted to let him sleep, Rory would greatly prefer it to be in an actual bed— not a pile of dirt and leaves, using a large tree root as a pillow. It was a foggy morning, making the hairs on the back of Aurora's neck stand from the creepiness. The sky was filled with grey clouds and perspiration, causing Rory to instantly feel sticky.
Seeing as it looked like it was about to start raining, Rory thought it necessary to wake Frankie up officially. She stood up and stretched, her body aching and sore from so much overuse. She grabbed the change of clothes for herself and quickly shimmied into them, most likely looking like a fool in the process. She grabbed the flask of water from the Forest floor and took a hearty swig, before finally walking over to the sleeping Werewolf.
The reason why Aurora and Frankie never spoke of what took place in Hungary is because they were attacked rather viciously. Francis and Aurora had snuck out past diary-Tom, wanting to just be carefree for the night in the beautiful new country. Earlier that day, Rory had purchased Frankie's first wand, as well as her own first wand, from an esteemed Hungarian wand maker, wanting only the best for him to use. It was the perfect day, exploring all of the foreign shops and Hungary's way of life.
Once the sun went down, however, it was far from perfect. Sneaking past her invisible friend, the two thirteen year olds wanted to continue exploring the beautiful new place. There were a few pubs that stayed open late, and they wished to stop by a few to make it a night out. The thing was, right next to the small town of exotic stores and pubs, was a very famous Forest amongst the town's folk, which added to the scenery of the harmonic small town.
She wished they hadn't gone at all. It would be so much easier had they simply just stayed in, playing a card game. But no. Rory hated to think of the vivid details of the entire gory event, but she would be dead right now had it not been for Francis— who saw the beastly werewolf creeping up behind them first.
