He had a blow horn. And seemed to know how to and enjoy using it to its fullest extent.
"BIG FIREBREATHING LIZARD! YOU ARE VIOLATING AIR SPACE AND TREATY AGREEMENTS! LAND NOW SO WE CAN HAUL YOUR STINKING ASS BACK TO PRISON! IF YOU DON'T, I'LL BE FORCED TO KICK YOUR ASS BACK TO KINGDOM COME. "He paused, and a thoughtful look crossed his stern face, "YOU KNOW WHAT? KEEP DOING WHAT YOU ARE DOING, I WANT TO KICK YOUR ASS!"
Belloc just ignored him and dove out of the sky right for the desert floor. Harry was totally unprepared for him to breathe a stream of fire at it, and entirely didn't expect it to open up and the darkness swallow him whole.
All he heard behind him was, "YOU COME BACK HERE! WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL MARGARET, HUH?!"
The darkness was all encompassing.
"
I do not own firebreather.
In case anyone was wondering about when in the story of Firebreather and Harry Potter this takes place in, it takes place after Order of the Pheonix, but before Half Blood Prince. And in Firebreather, it takes place after the party, but before Homecoming.
I had a LONG debate with The Hazel-eyed Bookworm about whether this timeline worked out with the Harry Potter-verse, including when dates about when prom usually occurs, time skips and what not; so hopefully it works out and makes sense.
In other news, both of my neighbors who are like grandparents to me, having no children or grandchildren of their own (and I not having any grandparents) were admitted to the Hospital on Christmas Eve and Christmas. The Grandfather first, and when we went to get him discharged on Christmas, we had to admit his wife. So, there we all were at the hospital, them severely dehydrated and with 100+ fevers, on Christmas. And the husband was diagnosed with mild dementia.
Great.
Plus, I am sick now too. *Sigh*
Ah…whatever. They are on the mend, and I have a chapter to write. So, here you go.
Enjoy.
(That was a bit of a note from when I wrote the chapter, so from the me of the now, Enjoy.)
This is what I have so far... I was having major writer's block, but I think I have fixed it.
Prepare yourself for a change in POV.
Duncan was used to being the underdog, climbing from the bottom to the top, or in his case, to the realm of the not-so-nerdy. There were just some things that came with being in the realm of the scaled and orange skinned.
So the day of school that changed that was just like any other; the sun rained down heat and UV rays that felt heavenly on his skin. The bright light showed the waves of heated air undulating over the sun-bleached grass and sifting sandy dirt.
He just wanted to sit down, take his shirt off and let the heat sink in.
A shrill screech made him wince.
No such luck.
He had to scramble forward almost knocking some more lazily inclined students over as he sprinted to get into the school on time. He could hear their unhappy mutterings as he kept moving.
He couldn't afford to be late on his first day, not when he had promised his mother that he would be on his best behavior.
He pulled his jacket up, even though he knew he'd be looked at weird for wearing such a heavy jacket in this heat, but he knew his skin would be even stranger than any kind of habit of his. Plus, it was fall, and he could always say that he came from a hotter state than Arizona, like maybe Texas or something. Or out of country. Yeah, he'd always wanted to travel.
But even more than that, he wanted to disappear as the whispers finally started around him as he strolled by the assorted cliques and groupies in the hallway. He could just feel the rumors circulating, the jeers coming together like 1+1 in the heads of those football idiots on the right. He also knew that while they might be trying their hardest, they might as well pull out their fishing poles, because dimwits like them are only going to get fish.
Really, half the time the stupid jocks can barely come up with anything clever. Just things like "Doofus" or "Cream sickle", "Orangie"- I mean Orangie? That is just plain stupid. And the only ones who managed to come up with something truly hurtful were the ones-
"HEY SPRAY-ON TAN!"
Like he hadn't heard that one before. But –hey- it was on the higher end tier of insults that he had heard before. Maybe he could expect something from these guys.
Turning around that thought went right out the window. Mayyyybe not.
Brawny, muscled and undoubtedly handsome, they were the crème de la crème – when it came to football. But he could tell, whether it was the red letter F on a crumpled paper sticking out of the top of lead goon's bag, or slightly torn up and blood smeared knuckles, that he was not at the top of the pecking order when it came to academics.
Therefore, someone to stay away from, as the Neanderthal types tended to be rather unforgiving to those with differences. And he was DIFFERENT.
Which was something he hated about himself, all the secrets, all of the fear, the hiding, pain… all because of everyone else being afraid of him. Which made him afraid of everyone else. He just felt alone sometimes, that he had no one on HIS side.
Everyone had their own side to play for, Barnes, Belloc, even his own Mom! They wanted to choose for him, make them do what they wanted, have them be like them, or make him safe.
The last one was sort of okay, and a normal kind of thing for a parent to do- but it just wasn't HIM.
Everyone was vying and jockeying for his attention and loyalty, and he didn't want some kind of political maze, he wanted a normal, happy life.
Then a splayed hand made him stumble forward.
At least these jerks never change.
If there was one good thing about the bullying, it was that it was a constant force in his life. Never changing, he hated it, but it presented some kind of normality in his life. Even if it made him get in trouble and regret making the promise to his mother that he would not pummel the argumentative meathead into the ground until his face was bloody and unrecognizable.
Deep breaths now, Duncan. No need to go apeshit crazy on some unsuspecting teenage McDonald's employees to be. That would just cement him further into the den of crazy transfer student-dom. He just wished that when his mother made him promise things like that, she would take into account how rather than him finding trouble as she assumed, it was more often that trouble came running at him from an incline where he could only stare as it ran fist first into him.
Rather like right now.
"Hey, little loser boy. I was talking to you."
Duncan only took a deep breathe before turning around with a sigh. And looked up into the face of the bully.
"Loser, I'm talking to you. Don't got anything to say?"
Stupid jock.
"What'd ya say geek?!"
Ahhhh….. I might have said that out loud. Not good.
A whisper off to the side, -"Woah, the orange freak's only been here five seconds, and he already pissed off Troy…"
Oh, so he was the head hancho at this school huh? Not very intimidating, even with all of his lackeys. And why did they always focus on the skin?!
He leaned forward until his brown hair dangled into my face and his hand was roughly gripping the collar of my shirt as he roughly threw me into the wall. Wow anger issues.
"I said, Geek, What. Did. You. Say?"
Not good for him.
"I said, because obviously you can't hear right you Neanderthal, and I quote 'Stupid Jock.' Now, if you'd be so kind as to let me go, I can't be late for class on the first day, and you are trying your best to make me late. Geeze, I've only been here like five minutes and they set the dummy squad on me"
He walked off, leaving a hoard of dumbfounded gazes behind him.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
XD
Review if you want :P