Xenith
(Anything you recognise isn't mine, everything else is though. This should cover the entire story!)
" 'NEVER MEDEL IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS, FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY AND GOOD WITH KETCHUP.' " ~~~Unknown
Chapter Three
"No it's not."
"Yes it is. Dragons were made illegal ages ago."
"Do you think I'd be showing them to you if it were illegal? We work for the Ministry---my dad, and brothers, and I."
"What department?"
"Can't say."
"Why? You're not---are you?"
She didn't answer.
"You're parents are Unspeakables?"
"Well my dad is . . . sort of anyway."
"So that's what that department does."
"That's not all it does. We're just a semi-department for a sub-division for the department of Mysteries---or something."
"Oh."
"What exactly are they?" George asked, approaching the cage of an electric green.
"They're hybrids." She explained, joining George.
"Pardon?"
"We interbreed species of small dragons to create these. It's kind of like Muggle genetic engineering." She explained, handing George the pot, then opened the cage and put her hand inside. She continued to speak as the neon dragon climbed onto her hand and scampered up her arm seating itself on her right shoulder; its tail curling around her scarred neck.
"This is Orion." She picked up a small piece of the cooked meat and fed the creature. "Orion is a Pacific Blue. Not the most intelligent breed but loyal."
There was another sharp whistle from the doorway behind them. The Blue took off from her shoulder.
"Bloody hell!" Fred and George ducked as the dragon barely missed their heads.
"He's smart." A strong male tenor said from the doorway.
"I was talking about the breed."
"What do you think you're doing, showing them?" Fred and George turned to see Chris's brother Mat. He was a handsome bloke of seventeen with a three clawed scar ripping down his left cheek, identical in every aspect to Chris's.
"They're Weasleys."
"So . . ."
"You weren't listening in the car yesterday, were you?"
"Doesn't matter if I was listening or not. They shouldn't be here."
"I..am..to..take," She said in the tone of one speaking with a small child. "..Gemini..to..a..Mister..Arthur..Weasley. You know Arthur. We were at their family's and of the summer holiday party the year before last."
"I know who Arthur Weasley is." Mat snapped back, before pulling a package of Dragon Keeper's Smokes ('Keeps _your_ lungs clean and fresh while working with your worm!') and igniting the end of one with his wand before pocketing the package. "You still shouldn't be doing this." He took a long drag off the cigarette and let out a stream of pale blue smoke before leaving the room.
"Prat." Chris muttered to herself before giving the whistle again. A few moments later a completely black dragon went flying over their heads again, landing on Chris's outstretched hand, its tiny claws taking hold of her already scarred skin. It was much smaller than the green; about the size of a large parakeet. Its tiny pointed face glared at the two boys.
George took an involuntary step back from the creature.
"This is Feather. Feather is an Australian Black." She whistled again and Feather took off to a perch on the opposite side of the room.
"I find Feather EXTREAMLY intelligent." She shouted out the door, continuing to feed each dragon in turn.
"Shove-it Chris!" They heard Mat holler back down the hall.
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A/N: Please review! I haven't gotten that many and it's MUCH harder to write when think that no-one's reading. I'll try to read any of your stories if you REVIEW mine! :.) (If that sounds like a bribe it was meant to be one!)
(Anything you recognise isn't mine, everything else is though. This should cover the entire story!)
" 'NEVER MEDEL IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS, FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY AND GOOD WITH KETCHUP.' " ~~~Unknown
Chapter Three
"No it's not."
"Yes it is. Dragons were made illegal ages ago."
"Do you think I'd be showing them to you if it were illegal? We work for the Ministry---my dad, and brothers, and I."
"What department?"
"Can't say."
"Why? You're not---are you?"
She didn't answer.
"You're parents are Unspeakables?"
"Well my dad is . . . sort of anyway."
"So that's what that department does."
"That's not all it does. We're just a semi-department for a sub-division for the department of Mysteries---or something."
"Oh."
"What exactly are they?" George asked, approaching the cage of an electric green.
"They're hybrids." She explained, joining George.
"Pardon?"
"We interbreed species of small dragons to create these. It's kind of like Muggle genetic engineering." She explained, handing George the pot, then opened the cage and put her hand inside. She continued to speak as the neon dragon climbed onto her hand and scampered up her arm seating itself on her right shoulder; its tail curling around her scarred neck.
"This is Orion." She picked up a small piece of the cooked meat and fed the creature. "Orion is a Pacific Blue. Not the most intelligent breed but loyal."
There was another sharp whistle from the doorway behind them. The Blue took off from her shoulder.
"Bloody hell!" Fred and George ducked as the dragon barely missed their heads.
"He's smart." A strong male tenor said from the doorway.
"I was talking about the breed."
"What do you think you're doing, showing them?" Fred and George turned to see Chris's brother Mat. He was a handsome bloke of seventeen with a three clawed scar ripping down his left cheek, identical in every aspect to Chris's.
"They're Weasleys."
"So . . ."
"You weren't listening in the car yesterday, were you?"
"Doesn't matter if I was listening or not. They shouldn't be here."
"I..am..to..take," She said in the tone of one speaking with a small child. "..Gemini..to..a..Mister..Arthur..Weasley. You know Arthur. We were at their family's and of the summer holiday party the year before last."
"I know who Arthur Weasley is." Mat snapped back, before pulling a package of Dragon Keeper's Smokes ('Keeps _your_ lungs clean and fresh while working with your worm!') and igniting the end of one with his wand before pocketing the package. "You still shouldn't be doing this." He took a long drag off the cigarette and let out a stream of pale blue smoke before leaving the room.
"Prat." Chris muttered to herself before giving the whistle again. A few moments later a completely black dragon went flying over their heads again, landing on Chris's outstretched hand, its tiny claws taking hold of her already scarred skin. It was much smaller than the green; about the size of a large parakeet. Its tiny pointed face glared at the two boys.
George took an involuntary step back from the creature.
"This is Feather. Feather is an Australian Black." She whistled again and Feather took off to a perch on the opposite side of the room.
"I find Feather EXTREAMLY intelligent." She shouted out the door, continuing to feed each dragon in turn.
"Shove-it Chris!" They heard Mat holler back down the hall.
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¸..· ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*
A/N: Please review! I haven't gotten that many and it's MUCH harder to write when think that no-one's reading. I'll try to read any of your stories if you REVIEW mine! :.) (If that sounds like a bribe it was meant to be one!)