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[dragonofgrey]

The weather out back's been off and on with the rain today. But Draco was out back on his broom anyway. Trying some charms and spells to keep himself relatively dry. It was warm, so the damp wasn't entirely that bad a thing at the moment. He was currently swooping around among the trees, occasionally heading toward the lake to almost skim the

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[terror_soars]

Maybe it's a longing for the planet of the Beast Wars. Maybe the craving for fish was too strong.

Either way, a large red pterodactyl flaps up from the roof of the bar and wings its way over the lake.

[dragonofgrey]

A dragon? Wait. No, shape wasn't right for any particular one. He did a quick Lumos spell with his wand to make sure he wasn't stuck on that magicless world again, just in case. The glow of light reassured him some, and he dimissed it again. He then pulled the broom up to go higher and observe.

[terror_soars]

Though his wingspan of 25 feet is nothing to sneeze at, this bird certainly isn't the size of a dragon.

You don't survive in a war by being ignorant of your surroundings. The bird catches the glow of light in the distance. "Activate optical mechanism," he mutters. With telescopic vision he tracks Draco as the boy flies upwards.

Terrorsaur doesn't like being lower than someone else. He flaps upward - not necessarily towards Draco, but simply to put himself above the boy with the strange way of flying.

[dragonofgrey]

Draco glanced over. Was the creature coming after him? No, it just went higher.

He likewise went higher on his broom, his grey eyes peering toward it cautiously.