Fechin was extremely annoyed with Harry this Saturday. Usually Harry would have been down here early to not have to wait for the grooming boxes. Today he was late because of his black Razor phone, which unfortunately went off in Potions. So instead of grooming Fechin, he was scrubbing toilets.

"Why? Why did Sirius call me in the middle of class? Well, I guess I should have put it onto silent mode, but I hate it when it vibrates my whole binder. God, why does Sirius need Lupin's number? He calls him all the time! And why would I have his number?" Harry muttered out loud.

When come? Fechin said.

Busy, Harry replied.

You can't ignore me forever, Fechin said along with an angry feeling, Why late?

Detention. Damn phone, Harry retorted hotly.

Assigned from? Fechin asked.

Snape, Harry regretted saying this.

Black, greasy hair? Wears black with cape, lurks around? Fechin questioned.

Ya… Harry said carefully.

Good. Fechin said slyly.

Fechin! Wait! What are you going to do? Harry replied franticly.

Busy, Fechin snapped.

"Shit! I have to find Snape before Fechin does! Wait why do I care? I'm in detention! Ha ha ha!" Harry moved on to the next toilet.

Fechin being the intelligent dragon she was, had previously learned how to open the stall doors, quite easy actually. Fechin reached out with her mind silently touching everyone's mind and on her third try found who she was looking for. Out of the barns, Fechin stretched her wings and took off, flying straight to where Snape was deducting points from some first years. The first years stared wide-eyed as Fechin landed behind Snape.

Want to play? Fechin challenged.

Unaccustomed to using telepathy, Snape stared dumbfounded at the dragon (after all, Fechin was upset, and an upset dragon is quite a sight). Fechin let out her earsplitting pre-kill roar. After hearing this, Harry decided that the last few toilets were clean enough and he took off down the path to where Fechin was.

Upon seeing Harry, Fechin said (to Harry) Finally! Can I kill him?

What? Hell no! Bash him with your tail and let's go. Harry said and wandered toward the barns enjoying the sounds of screaming first years a little too much.

That was fun when do we get to do that again! Fechin asked.

Once every three months, if you're good, Harry said, and meant it. His day had totally brightened.