 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Was that dragon.... laughing at him? No.... she just... had an upset stomach, surely, and she wasn't getting to her feet to go stomp on him either... no...
Fletcher had to be mistaken.
He continued backing, his foot hitting the clankers again because he was still too shaken to tear his eyes away from the dragon. She had SMOKING NOSTRILS, man. That was worse having a backfiring wand in one hand and a hungry dugbog attached to the other.
The dragon did not seem to be moving for the moment, however, so it seemed they were at a stalemate until one of them made a move. Since GlitterPooPuff did not wish to be barbequed today, he decided to go first.
Moving his arm behind him like he was in a daze since he still didn't dare to take his eyes off the dragon, Fletcher sat up a little and grabbed the bag of clankers. He moved it around to his front and his eyes widened as he started shaking the bag.
Yeah he wasn't so sure of how to use them, so what. They made noise and he was guessing the dragon would not be able to sleep OR breathe fire at him with such a racket.
She could at least be bothered enough to not do the latter. Please.
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