A/nI have a bunch of these memes that I will put here until I run out
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Aurora always wondered why people mistook her for an Indian. She was flattered, of course. She loved India. She loved the fashion, the culture, the people, the food - merlin's beard the food. But if there was one thing she loved the most, it would be how close the families are.
She wished she could live with her aunts and uncles, and cousins and second cousins. She probably would've, if her father didn't despise each and every one of them. She wished she could have the long, silky braided black hair, one of the most common hairstyles according to one of her best friends, Parvati. She wished she was forced to wear saris and lehengas and be decked with gold and diamonds for every festival.
These were the thoughts running through Aurora's head as she looked at herself in her body-length mirror, trying to decide which outfit would make the most sense to wear to the Quidditch World Cup to keep warm, as they were going to the very top, while also complementing her honey-gold brown-ish skin. That's probably why. She, nor her parents, had any idea why she had skin the color of light honey when both her parents were almost as pale as snow. She guessed she just got it from her grandparents, who had died before she was born.
She finally decided on a autumn brown circle skirt, which would flare up whenever she spun around (something she absolutely loved doing). She wore a black, long sleeved turtleneck and black, slightly see-through tights and then slipped on her skirt, making sure it fit snug at her waist. She threw on an autumn brown coat last minute as she slipped on her respectable brown flats. She arranged the coat to cover her entire torso and started on her hair.
She decided to tie back the fronts of her hair, leaving the rest of her dark brown and slightly wavy hair (a trait inherited from her father) cascading down her back, finally resting at the back of her upper thighs. She started letting her hair grow without any major trims after she met Arundhati and saw her long, black hair and decided she wanted hair like hers.
She looked nothing like her mother, Marlene Black-McKinnon. Nothing alike except for her face. That's probably why the only part of herself she genuinely liked was her face because it looked like her all too beautiful mother's.
She stepped out of the powder room in her family's tent and shouted she was ready, though her shouts sounded like really loud talking. She had a quiet voice, a quiet personality. Though, she could be very very fierce and bold when she wanted to. Many people think she's an introvert because she's quiet, but she's very social. Her parents were very surprised by how quiet she is with unknown people because if there's anything the Black-McKinnon couple were known for, it's for there loud and exuberant personalities. This didn't mean they loved her any less, however.
She strolled to the "living room" of the tent and saw a note telling her to head over to the Potters' tent and wait there. She made her way to their tent and gracefully plopped down on the couch, grabbing a book left on the center table.
Quidditch Through the Ages
She immediately perked up, seeing as she plays on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She would say she's obsessed with Quidditch, if she hadn't grown up with Harry and her Uncle Prongs around her for her entire life. They practically lived together. She was, however, extremely good and interested in Quidditch, almost as much and Harry and James.
"Aurea?"
She turned around to see Ron and Hermione walking towards her.
"Are you excited for the World Cup?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes, Mione, very much. I, personally, am hoping for Ireland to win."
"Good choice, Belle. Ireland's got a very good chance this time around, with the way they're playing. Even with Krum around." Harry vaulted the couch and landed next to Aurora as Ron and Hermione took a seat. He sneakily placed his arm around her shoulders, though not very sneakily as she rolled her eyes, a small smile painting her lips.
"Here are the omnioculars for you all." Harry handed each of them a pair of special binoculars he bought for them.
"Kids! Time to go!" Remus rushed into the sitting room, grabbing a coat on the way.
"What about Uncle Padfoot?" Harry asked, turning around in his seat to look at Remus without taking his arm from Aurora's shoulders.
"He and Marlene are already there, saving our seats. Now, get a move on!" He rushed out of the tents flaps and everyone followed, talking and laughing all the way to the stadium of the Quidditch World Cup.
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A/N
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aurora is the exact opposite of me, except for her choice in clothes
SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EXACTLY LIKE ME BJHHJDHSDH
in no way am i quiet. AT ALL.
shes so cute and aesthetic love her already just wanna hug her so tight UwU<3
anygays
this chapter is SO short ugh
if there are any mistakes, grammatical or vice versa, pls let me know
ciao my lil munchkins<33
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