When Alice turned back to her dragon, she was disappointed to see it still circling above the cartwheeling gargoyle, which most definitely wasn't on fire yet. What? Why wasn't it? She scowled in their direction. "Dragon. Come on. Set him on fire now." Her voice came out as a hiss, she had already lost points and needed all the ones from this that she could get, okay? A transfigured rock wasn't messing this up for her.

Finally, the dragon let out a little snort of fire. An extremely tiny bit, but enough to set the gargoyle's itty bitty jester vest on fire. Perfect. "Stop cartwheeling, gargoyle." It was on fire, hadn't it noticed?

Had the audience noticed, too?

Because it was.