Prompt #153: Dragon's Breath
The creature slowly opened its wings, stretching them, then just as slowly opened its eyes. A fiery gaze hit the secret visitor like a knife.
Hagrid wasn't the only one in the castle obsessed with dragons when they came for the Trimagical Tournament. Quietly, Angelina had slipped out and into the night in the small hours. A friend of her mother's worked at the Ministry, and so she had learned about the dragons' presence; that they would be hidden in the forest was just pure logic, since there was nowhere else on the ground where they could be hidden safely. It made her feel slightly sadder than she had expected to see the great reptiles captured.
Displaying a calm she didn't feel (but she was used to that from the Quidditch matches), she approached the Horntail she had accidentally woken up. Its wistful eyes seemed to conceal human or higher intelligence. Then suddenly, quicker than its to the moment measured movements had suggested, it opened its mouth and breathed a flaring flame towards Angelina, who threw herself to the ground and rolled, more following her instincts than really thinking, back between the trees.
She felt her heart pounding wildly as she stared up to the dark: the night sky was completely hidden by black branches.