On the eighth hoop the small dragon hit the side of the hoop with its wing, and like in a tragic muggle film, the creature came swirling down. Beverly didn't panic. Tried not to at least, but...her dragon was plummeting. BAH!

Jumping quick into action, the Prefect crouched, flicking her wand underneath the belly of the dragon before it actually hit the ground. "Incendio!" Ash seemed to register the fire quickly, flapping her wings and rising like the mighty creature she was. She let out a roar and glided toward the next hoop. Proud dragon mumma right here.