(Disclaimer: Even as we all wish, the book's characters are the author's and myOC is mine! No stealing or Norbert will bite, scratch, and flame!)

Dragons and Faries and Wolves, Oh My!

I rubbed my temples as I left my old home with my pet on my shoulder. The young dragon Norbert, a Norwegian Ridgeback, cooed and nuzzled my cheek tiredly. "I know, Norbert. Now we're leaving for Ferryport Landing. You'll have fun there," I told him softly and added, "Hopefully we'll both fit in."

Three days flight, just to get to New York. An hour drive to Ferryport Landing, right outside New York City. Geez, why don't they put it on the other side of the planet for pete's sake? I'd be happier then, because I wouldn't have had to sit next to a drooling guy who kept looking down at my chest rather than looking at my face. I slapped him the nineteenth time he did that. I'm in a taxi being driven by a guy whose trainwrecked the taxi and keeps falling asleep at the wheel, Mr. Van Winkle, an Everafter. I swear if he--AGH! I slammed on the horn, succeedingly waking him up again.

"Holy Mary Mother of the Lord!" He exclaimed and drove on. He stopped in front of a house and handed me a card. "If you ever need a taxi, just call me," the poor man yawned, fell asleep again until I, again, slammed on the horn, and drove away when I paid and got my stuff out. Norbert stuck his head out of my backpack and smelled the air.

"Ah! You must be Miss Sarah Carver! Come in, dear!" An old woman who smiled nicely and had a German accent beckoned me in. As I did so, a tall, at least seven-foot, man who caught me as strikingly handsome took my jacket. I smiled up at him, he nodded. Must be the butler-type of guy. I noticed, when I came around him, he had a tail.

"Y-you've gotta t-tail, sir!" I squeaked. He looked behind him, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Yes, Miss Sarah. I am an Everafter, the Big Bad--"

"Wolf, wow," I murmured in awe. He blushed more and pushed his tail back into his trousers. I blushed a bit because his hand brushed my shoulder lightly, but it was a smooth enough move. Norbert came out, but shrieked when a large, horse-sized dog barreled into the room. He tackled me, licking my face left and right. I giggled and unsuccessfully tried to push the Great Dane off. "OK, boy, off!"

"Get off her, mongrel," The Wolf growled. The Great Dane whined, but got off without hesitating. "Sorry, Miss Sarah."

"Please, sir, call me Sarah, just Sarah," I told him, taking his outstretched hand and let him pull me to my feet. Suddenly, a flutter of wings and a loud BANG! made me literally jump into the Wolf's arms. "What the heck?!"

"That would be Puck, Sarah," he muttered. "And call me Mr. Canis, or just Canis if you wish."

"Thanks, Canis," I blushed and hugged his neck. A fairy-boy fluttered down and landed next to the stairs. He was wearing an army helmet, had homemade hand grenades on his chest, back, and one in his hand, and was in camouflage equipment. Chimpanzees jumped, screeched, and swung down the stairs. "So, your the famous Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream, huh? I've read and heard all about you."

"You've heard of my evilness? Awesome!" He bowed and smiled widely. "Let's go men! One of you give her a reward!" He flew out the door, most of his chimps going after him. Three chimpanzees stood below me holding a few objests. One held a video game called Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap. The second held up a notebook for writing and a pencil. The last was effortly holding up a stuffed fox that was too big for his little hands. I picked the fox, holding it tightly in my free arm. I then realized I was still in Canis's arms!

"Sorry, Canis!" I gently jumped out of his strong arms and bowed in apology. He gave me a small smile.

"Dear, he's a strong man. He probably could have held you longer than Puck ever could!" The woman from before patted my arm and led me into the kitchen. "I'm sure you're hungry, leibling." I looked up at the familiar German word.

"You just called me darling. Why, ma'am?" I asked.

"Call me Granny Relda, Sarah. I called you leibling because I've known your parents and you for years. I held you when you were a small baby. Mr. Canis here was just a small pup when you came around," I glanced a look at Canis and smiled a small smile. He was standing beside me, and I felt short all of a sudden. "You loved Everafters, they loved you, and you loved magical creatures such as Norbert in your backpack there." Norbert came out from the bag at the mention of his name and cooed.

"Hey there, Norbert. Whose my favorite little dragon? Whose the most special Norwegian Ridgeback in the world?" I cooed back. He squeaked and purred while I scratched beneath his chin. Norbert spread his tiny wings.

"HOLY CRAP! A DRAGON?!" I jumped as two voices combined screamed out in fear and surprise. "He's soooooo punk-rock!" One said. The younger girl with dark hair scurried over to my side of the table with the palm of her hand clenched between her teeth. The blonde sister of the young one walked over cautiously.

"Don't worry, he won't bite hard if he bites you. Unless you plan to kill me, then he'll bite hard," I warned her. She stroked Norbert's little head and he purred loudly, like a large cat. In fact, Norbert was almost the size of a large cat. "Dragons and faries and wolves, oh my!" Everyone laughed, including Mr. Canis, but his, to me, was like a coughing cat. Hey, I think it's cute.