A.N. — With this, I bring to an end a run of three non-humans in the last seven chapters. This one is to commemorate a hatching day, and finally gets me out of a string of mostly Book 6 drabbles. I quite like this one and the last drabble; it'd be nice to see reviews saying if others agree.
114. Norberta
The dragon stopped thrashing once the four brooms bearing its crate took off. Something instinctually felt right about this weightlessness, the chill of wind at altitude sweeping across its scales. It didn't matter anymore that it was trapped in a tiny wooden prison, with only a beheaded teddy bear for company and rats and brandy for sustenance; being ferried aloft felt natural. It tried to spread its wings, to catch the air currents, but the space was too small. Now the fury at being confined returned. If this was really flying, it wanted to truly experience the act.
Norberta roared.