Violet had been keeping one eye on the ice dragon and one on the timer, anxious that class would end before it finished. The ice dragon was making good time, moving in a stately glide along the track and ignoring anything else going on around it. It was making much better time than the leaf-dragon had.

Suddenly she heard the teacher call an end to class. Glancing over, she saw the ice-dragon was very near the finish. She looked over at Professor Carton--he wasn't looking in her direction. Well, he hadn't said right this minute--exactly. Violet was reluctant to try to stop the ice-dragon when it was so close (besides, it was a little intimidating, for a tiny dragon), so she waited just a minute or so longer and watched as the ice-dragon glided triumphantly over the finish line, clocking its speed.

The ice-dragon looked over at her with a very smug expression, folded up its wings, and turned the other way to gaze imperially off in the opposite direction. Violet scooped it up, put it with her other dragons, and began to gather her things.

The stone dragon would have to wait, which might be just as well, since it was still sitting where she had transfigured it with a very sullen expression on its face. Violet suspected that she would have had a lot of trouble getting the stone-dragon to do the maze. Apparently creatures transfigured out of stone were not only hard to transfigure, but very stubborn besides. Still, Violet hated to leave the project incomplete.

But, for now, she had to leave, so with all her things in hand, she headed for the door. "Goodbye, Professor Carton, nice lesson," she called as she passed out the door.