 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
For a boy who had once incendio'd a desk in the middle of class just for the fun of it, Duncan Fletcher suddenly did not like fire. No, he did not like fire, not this close, not this hot, and definitely not coming out of the nostrils of a fully-grown, probably-annoyed, dragon.
Fletcher also did not like seeing the dragon bare her teeth THISCLOSE TO HIS FACE!!!!! She was growling and there was ssssmoke and Fletcher was trembling as he slowly realized that the big beast before him was straining at the end of her chain.
The end of her chain... that meant she could come no closer, right? This, right now, was the worst it was going to get... right??!
Swallowing his trepidation, the Hufflepuff jingled the bag of clankers slowly, shifting it from hand to hand as he gathered his courage and rose to his feet. "Hhhi dragon. Sorry for waking you." He held the noisy bag up and shook them again, the sound of hammers on anvils ringing out more loudly now. "You're probably a really nice dragon, ma'am, but I'm going to be frank with you."
He'd been backing away the entire time he had been talking and now that he hoped he wasn't about to be dinner, he wiped his face on his sleeve and spat out a bit of poo that had landed on his tongue.
"Your dung is more terrifying than a fully-grown cockatrice."
Fact. Fletcher was possibly one of the few living people that had now fully experienced both.
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