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Norah searched for her wand in a state of complete PANIC as Posy flew off in the completely 578% certainly INCORRECT direction. Losing her very own ickle dragon would be even more tragic than that time she'd lost her favorite jumper with the little sequins and that still hurt even though she'd been an 11 year old baby back then. Obviously this was the REAL DEAL. The wand, which had been in her pocket the entire time, was pulled out and brandished frantically as she called, "Incendio!" much louder than was ever necessary. That way! GO THAT WAY. PLEASE.
Posy began to fly towards the hoops, and Norah ran under her, flapping her arms just in case the dragon forgot or something. You never knew, really. She was itty bitty teeny tiny, so you could never be too careful. Plus arm flapping was much more fun than not-arm-flapping, but nobody needed to hear that part because that sounded baby-ish and she was NOT a baby, in case anybody needed a reminder of that. The fourth year let out a loud "Wooooooh! Go Posy!" as the dragon maneuvered her way through the first three hoops. Aiming her wand underneath the dragon once more, she cast another "incendio!" and watched again as Posy made it through hoops four and five. AW YEAH.
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