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And here's the next one. Sorry it's short.

Dragon Scales

Chapter Four: Dragon's Fire

My head ached. Fuck, what happened? "You're sure that's him?" a voice asked.
"Positive," another responded.
"He's so old," a third voice stated.
I opened my mouth to protest, but I realized I was gagged. I opened my eyes to see darkness. I was blindfolded too. I moved. "He's moving," one of them said.
"Who's that?" one of the voices asked.
I loud bang went off through my ears. It grew hotter for several moments. I heard a voice screaming. It was my voice. Why was I screaming? I concentrated on stopping, but I couldn't. I was being lifted up. The blindfold was removed. I looked up at my rescuer. Katherine Conners looked around frantically with me in one arm and her wand in the other. My voice stopped. How could she hold onto me like that? I questioned her, but a meow escaped from my mouth. "Hush up," she said.
I quickly asked what had happened to me, but again, only feline escaped. "I turned you into a cat so I could get you out of there," she said.
She morphed me back. It didn't hurt, but I still screamed. It was odd. I should thank her. "Carrie? Where is she?" I asked.
"I saw her run into the school," she said and stepped away from me.
Thank her you moron. "Is she alright?" I asked.
"Fine," she said, crossing her arms.
Thank her. Thank her. Thank her. I gritted my teeth. "Thank you," I said between clenched teeth.
"It's no problem," she said and opened the door for me.
I walked in. "What were you looking for?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said as she kept her strode with mine. "Nothing at all."
I felt myself smirk. "Any particular reason you're following me?"
She looked straight ahead. "My chamber is right by yours, not that you noticed," she said.
A blank stare took over her face. "I'm sorry," I said. "I really should pay more attention to my co-workers."
"Or pay less attention to a certain one," she smiled slightly.
I pretended not to hear her. "Are you going to parent-teacher night tomorrow?"
"I have too. A bunch of parents are all upset about my teaching style," she said.
"What's your teaching style?" I asked.
"It's like shock therapy," she smiled. I stopped walking and just looked at her. "I'm just joking, calm down."
"You are going then?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Are you?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "Do you have a white cat?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Lenette brought some friends over?" she smiled.
"I guess so," I said.
"I do," she said. "Don't worry."
She walked by my door and didn't say a word. "Katherine?" she turned around to acknowledge my speech. "Do you want to step in for a drink?"
She gave me her gray blank stare. "No," she said and continued walking. "Thank you though," she said, quieter.
I stepped into my chamber and looked at the teakettle. "Did you turn it off?" I asked the purring kitten on the floor.
The cat rubbed up against my legs and smiled. "Where did your friend go?"
Lenette seemed to shrug and mewed loudly. She whacked my legs with her claws out. "Is it time for my lesson?" I sighed.
The cat nodded and I sat down on my chair. She jumped onto my lap. "Do you think you can explain your previous owner to me?" I asked.
The cat hissed and pages came out of her back. "Okay, I'll learn."