House: Ravenclaw
Year: 7th Year (Standing in for Cat-Likes-Tea)
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Sharp
W/C: 297
Notes: Canon-compliant, probably
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Blimey, Charlie, that really hurts, I am thinking to myself as I look down over my leg. I've just ran through a pile of broken branches and twigs that snagged my sock, but I wasn't thinking that it was anything serious. It didn't feel that sharp. But I am sorely mistaken.
"That's a lot of blood, eh," I grumble, finally submitting and sitting down on a rotting tree stump. No doubt about it, this has to be cleaned up straight away. I think I may have snagged some thorns through the bramble, but when I peel my sock away from the skin, the small gauges around my ankle are clearer. No plant can do this sort of damage.
"Sh, sh, sh," hushing myself in an attempt not to get excited. We've been waiting for the Common Welsh Green to lay eggs, but nobody has considered that she might have done it off the reserve. Joy bubbles in my veins as I trace my way back to where I was caught by the sharp teeth of a baby dragon – a baby Common Welsh Green dragon.
Taking almost no time at all, my familiarity with the land leads me back to the pile of brush and I begin peeling away the built up leaves and sticks. Sure enough, when I get to the hollow space where my foot had sunk in, there is the baby dragon, mouth opened wide to show off the sharp teeth being used to explore this whole new world. Bits of the egg are scattered around the hole, jagged edges far less frightening that the Welsh's bite. "Let's see if we can get you back to momma, okay?"
The baby dragon protests by nipping at me, but I know what to expect this time.
Acknowledgements:
So much gratitude goes to 2DaughtersofAthena for looking this story over and just making sure my nitty-gritty details were in order.