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Hmm, ring the doorbell wasn't it? That doesn't seem too hard, except there's only a button. Well, I'll push that and hope it works. As Clara pushed the button, the sound of chimes could be heard resounding through out the house before her, immediately followed by the door being thrown open, banging loudly against the wall.
"Clara! I wasn't expecting you just ye—WHAT IS THAT!?" Dave yelped, astonished by the large lizard waiting impatiently on the sidewalk, spilling over into the road. Whipping around, Clara surveyed the scene. Have I forgotten anything? The Cinderella Dragon looks presentable, no dresses to be seen. She'd long had a habit of practicing her magic on the Cinderella Dragon and occasionally forgot to remove the results, but there was no obvious sign of anything wrong.
"Is something wrong, Dave?" Clara queried, looking at her date as he stared over her shoulder and struggled for words. If nothing's wrong with the dragon, then it's probably some Earth thing I don't know.
Meanwhile, Dave had recovered enough to speak coherently, and as casually as he could muster, mentioned the dragon. "Oh, that's our ride," Clara explained, "Cindy owes me one and also didn't like the idea of an unchaperoned date. Ridiculous if you ask me." A growl punctuated the last assessment; clearly not everyone thought the chaperon idea was unnecessary.
"Well… I suppose this can work, maybe. Although, chaperon implies she'd be in the building with us; I don't even know if dragons are allowed at school dances." Frowning, Dave squinted at the Cinderella Dragon, imagining her glaring from the edges of the dance floor. Suddenly, inspiration struck. "Hey, I know! She can be a student in costume."
Somehow, I don't think Cindy's going to be down with this idea. Also, that sounds kind of…crowded. However, before Clara could express her doubts aloud, she was interrupted, "That's a brilliant idea! You don't look like much, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut; I can keep an even better eye on you from there and get some practice in." the Cinderella Dragon exclaimed. Well then, I guess it could be worse.
"If that's all settled, can we get moving? The night's a wasting!" Clara grabbed Dave's arm and began pulling him away from the house, and towards their escort. Seeing her date's expression, she quickly tried to pacify the alarm creeping over Dave's face, "Don't worry, Cindy is an excellent flyer, and promised not to flame anyone the entire time."
"Not quite what I was worried about, but I'm beginning to think that this won't be the biggest surprise, or shock." Dave assured, then in an effort to postpone the questions he could see forming, took the lead and said, "Why don't we just concentrate on tonight? I think we'll have plenty of time in the future."
Author's Note: Clearly Rose's father, while subjected to memory wipes, still has a decent amount of recollection about the authenticity of fairy tales if past comments and lack of surprise is anything to go on. This since he said something about a date and a dragon, I think.
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