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Who Knew Dragons Could be Matchmakers?

Chapter 1

Charlie was lost in thought as he peered across the field to the newest team member, Emily Bryant. She had raven hair cut in a cute pixie style, gorgeous blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. She looked around and smiled when she caught him gazing at her.

"Hurry up. We've got to tag this one before someone gets stomped." cried Dean, the head Keeper. With that Charlie turned back to his team of crack Dragon Keepers.

"Ok, Stunning spells on three. One …Two… Three."

"Stupefy" cried about a dozen Wizards.

Emily stepping closer to the dragon, with her two fellow witches in tow, performed a complex spell allowing them to track it. Recent dragon legislation had enacted a conservation program, so the Dragon Keepers were helping to I.D. and track all of the wild dragons and keep tabs on all the known breeders. For some reason the legislators were under the impression that there were too few dragons in the world.

"Ok that is all for today gang, We'll be moving up to the mountains tomorrow." said Dean.

"Whoever thought up this new dragon legislation is ridiculous" one of the Healers complained. "We've had more burns in the first 2 months of the program than in the last five years."

"We can't just let them die out, can we Greg?" Emily raged. "I mean we are responsible for taking away their natural breeding grounds and hunting them down. That means we've got to make sure that they can adapt to their new environments and ecosystems." Charlie was watching from a distance as Emily 'fenced' with their junior Healer about the 'Dragon Rights Bill.' He started to grin as she harangued the poor med-wizard for his insensitivity to animal rights.

Frustrated Emily flounced off, as she passed Charlie she noticed his smile. Thinking he was laughing at her she rounded on him. "I suppose you don't think we should help out Dragon-kind either," Emily snapped and rushed off before he could reply.

"But I love working with dragons." He said softly watching her retreating figure. Greg wandered over. "Charlie, I think she's more Dragon crazy than even you are."

"Yeah she's a spitfire for sure, I saw how she had you cornered. What were you talking about to make her so mad?"

"She was all 'dragons need our help to survive' and 'we took their territory' and stuff like that. I mean she was going on like they were poor, defenseless teddy bears or something."

"That sounds about right to me."

"Like I said you're both dragon crazy."

Charlie looked closely at his friend, "Greg, how did you end up here if you don't like dragons?"

"It was a good career move, another six months of this and I can get a senior position at St. Mungo's or start my own practice."

"Hopefully, the next guy will like animals," Charlie said under his breath.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. I like animals--just not dragons," Greg said.