If anyone knew anything about co-raising a creature, it was the bubbly pair who had just entered the paddocks arm in arm. They had been the proud parents of Merryweather the Pygmy Puff for three whole years now and in the blonde’s opinion they were doing a mighty fine job at it, hadn’t even lost her once.

Unfortunately Aurora’s knowledge was rather limited to the fluffy and feathery kind of creature rather than one with scales that breathed fire but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try her hardest. There couldn’t have been that much difference in baby dragon husbandry, they still needed feeding and exercising and mothering. Besides, with her best friend by her side what could possibly go wrong?

…..

Or maybe what could possibly go THAT wrong?

“Hi Professor Paton!” she beamed as she hopped, skipped and stepped towards the group likely dragging Anna who she had ‘collected’ on her journey down from the Ravenclaw tower along with her. Thank Merlin they were both quite petite and their stride was quite similar or else one of them might’ve ended up on the floor in their excitement. “Oooh they look like they’re made of white chocolate” she commented, gazing over at the identical white eggs laid out before them. “But how are we supposed to know what dragon they are from if they are all the same colour and size?” Wasn’t that one of the ways that they’d discussed identifying dragon species in class? Because she really didn’t fancy her chances being faced with a Hungarian Horntail.