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Seeing the stains on his skin, she covered a small smile with her hand for a few moments. It seemed that he was ever the artist, as the past two times she'd seen him about the campus, he'd had on a smock that portrayed paint. Now, she could see clearly that his own hands showed his work. Lowering her hand, she poked the back of his hand to emphasize her point as she told him, "When I was little, I used to think that teachers were automatically perfect at what they do. But now I know everyone starts somewhere." She nodded, then flashed a smile as she continued with a positive tone, "So I'll say what my tutors always told me, 'practice makes perfect.' You'll get more on the paper than yourself in time."

Nodding at Simon's assumption that her other half was genie, she listened politely to his own race. Interested by the fact that he, too, was mixed, she told him, "It's fine. Now I know that if I run into your mom or dad, they'll be nice people." She smiled at her joke, but quickly gave her attention back to the boy as he continued speaking. She understood what he meant, as it seemed like he was just looking to find out what he wanted from life. She was in the same boat, though she was still in highschool and felt that she had plenty of time before needing to decide. "I see, though I admit I'm not familiar with what is usually sold in magic shops." She'd yet to visit one, since none of her classes demanded such items at this time; still, she knew that such shops would always be needed on this side of the veil. Hearing his next question, she frowned faintly, but quickly managed to cover it with a polite smile once more. It would be rude not to answer, and she'd been speaking with him long enough that she was fairly certain she wouldn't accidentally read his mind. "I can read minds and emotions." she began, leaving out how when she got better at controlling her abilities, she would be able to interefer with another's emotions. Instead, she continued quickly, trying to move on the ability that seemed not be as distrusted. "And I can grant wishes to someone who meets certain requirements. Of course, I'm not really allowed to say what those are, or else I'll be letting myself get trapped."

Picking up on his amused expression, Aurora was glad for such when she heard his words. She'd hate to be the reason for discouraging a teacher from his job, so she was happy to see that he was merely joking. "Acting is hard." she mentioned, remembering the one class she'd attempted. Whenever she had to do something that remotely serious, she'd burst out laughing, or it was far too dramatized to the point of not being believeable. However, that she blamed on the novelas she prefered to watch. "But I believe you." she told him, her expression still upbeat and positive. Personally, she was enjoying talking o Solomon about things that didn't have to do with her sister, and in a relatively normal setting. Glancing to the floor and then back to him, a sly smile crossed her features as she told him, "I've been told that all teachers can dance, as well. Yet that is something I'm not certain about."

Noticing the tinge of pink on his dark skin, she managed a small smile as she responded. "Ah, I have distant relatives there." They were on her mother's side, of course, and abstractly related; she hadn't bothered to contact them him years before her parent's death, so she wasn't completely sure as to how they were related. This made it so that she was sure that none would remember her, as she didn't remember them very well, either. Still, she at least knew where Koran came from, which allowed her to sympathize better with him. "I come from a small village near the Baliea mountains." she volunteered, feeling that it was only right to give him the same about of information.