Another little drabble.
Firebond Update: Progress is being made, finally. Added nearly a thousand words to the chapter yesterday, which is more than I've done in a longtime. Your patience is appreciated. Writing these little drabs helps me keep the words flowing through my head.
Cedric leaned against the fence watching the dragon being forced into a travel crate. Charlie was standing atop the crate, straining as he fought to hold onto the leather strap that held the Horntail's snout shut. Two wranglers were using poles to prod the irate dragon forward. Cedric couldn't take his eyes off of Charlie. He had stripped off his jacket and his shirt was damp with sweat, sleeves pushed up to reveal muscled forearms.
Cedric jumped as someone came up beside him, he turned to see Dumbledore rest his arms on the fence next to him, "Cedric, I'm surprised you are not back in the castle. I'm sure the Hufflepuffs have already started celebrating."
"I was going to back soon," Cedric flushed. "I wanted to see the dragons being loaded."
"Yes, quite a sight, indeed."
There was a shout and Cedric turned to see the wranglers slamming closed the crate's door. Charlie flicked his wand and the strap he'd been holding released. The dragon gave an outraged roar and Charlie took a leaping jump to the ground as a stream of flames erupted from the crate where he had just been standing. Laughing at the near miss, Charlie walked towards Cedric and Dumbledore.
Cedric's breath caught as Charlie saw him and a smile flicked across Charlie's face. He stopped a couple of yards away and reached down to grab a coil of rope from the ground. As he stood up he looked at Cedric with his amazing blue eyes and gave him a wink. Without a word Charlie turned back to help the other wranglers secure the crate with the rope.
"I'd best get back. You should stay a bit longer, Cedric," Dumbledore smiled at him, "I've always believed where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal."