They were going to use the tiny cages to put wizard-made rock dragons in? Even though that thought was perhaps one of the strangest things Ezra has ever heard, it seemed appropriate in a joint transfiguration and charms lesson.

What if someone were to accidentally get their mini dragon to start a commotion and create an angry horde of rock dragons to attack the bad kids and maybe Professor Bellaire? He tired to catch Kyroh's eye or maybe Dima, Dot, or another third year because they were the coolest and could probably pull it off. Zeke was closest but he was nervous to say it out loud in case he was heard.

But before the horde could be released, he needed to make his dragon. The little Gryffindor went to retreave a rock the size of the Professor's apple and then came back to his desk. He envisioned a bright, emerald green Welsh Green dragon as he reread the incantation on the board. "Dra-con-ifers." He said trying to make the slash with his wand at the rock. Nothing happened.

Bleh maybe he was imagining too much of a huge cloud of baby dragons flying amuk rather than the actual physical being of his particular dragon.