Though Aurora turned her head in Aiden's direction and smiled, she did not quite meet his eyes. It was an deep-seated habit with men she was attracted to that she had never fully broken. "I have no doubt she will," she said, looking again to where Carina was. "She's going to show us the contents of Diagon Alley bit by bit, I th-"

"Brave of him, showing his face here so soon."
"Isn't that-"
"It is! Oh, how delicious-"
"That poor child, that must be her-"
"Oh, I say, looks like it isn't just her with the deviancy then, it's him too if he's got other witches-"

Sharp hearing, honed from years of teaching children intent on gossiping during class, caught both the murmurs and the looks and then what Aurora had been about to say went unfinished. It made her angry, to hear strangers talking about Aiden like that, but her foremost thought right now was for Carina, who was headed right toward the gaggle of gossiping people. Much closer, and there was a chance names would be dropped and then Aurora could only imagine the scene. She doubted Carina was even aware of the recent journal entry, but she knew that if the girl heard one word spoken ill of her aunt or father, there would be hell to pay.

"Oh, Carina, look at these," she suddenly exclaimed with an open excitement that was quite unlike her normal demeanor, waving her hand to quickly draw Carina's attention. It was necessary, though, but not overtly fake despite the deliberateness of it. It was a precious few seconds before she found something to actually be the object of attention, moving toward it.

"Ooo!" The ruse had worked and Carina was drawn back towards them, rather than closer to the gossiping witches. "Ooo, Professeur, they're beautiful! Aren't they, Papa?" Saved by a window display of hair ornaments, it seemed.