The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - T W O

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TW: I guess? There are a few jokes told in here by the characters and I just don't want anyone to be offended. They are not with ill intent, for I am disabled myself.

Please read with caution. No plonkers in the comments please.

- BELLE -

From yesterday's not so inaudible activities, I slept the best I could since before having forced bedlam at the manor in Colwyn Bay.

However, time was running short. Very short.

Leaving the situation so sour that I couldn't mistake a lemon for an unripened grapefruit. But the messages only got worse that following morning. A one step forward to a two steps back type of situation.

France didn't return any messages, leaving us completely isolated in Voldemort's callous warfare.

And unfortunately, Snape hadn't been able to contact us back either which only gave us the assumption that the situation they were in was more anomalous than we could've assumed.

Thus we had relocated from the main cabin, to keep our footsteps swamped from the stains wet mud could make and into the first area that Draco and I had in our first escapee journey.

Although a tight squeeze, there wasn't much the external charm could do. We all could fit in the stone block of a bridge from the Aqueduct in Avoncliff.

But trying to fit in a large, scaly and charged dragon was met with a few compromises; Draco, to his destine, had to recollect his memory from third year Transfiguration.

"It's Draconifors isn't it?" Draco asked, brows furrowed together causing Blaise to gasp, yank his wand down with rounded eyes. "Ow? What the fuck wa-"

"I did not almost get squished by an entire mansion to be turned into a bearded dragon." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Draconifors turns things into dragons. British Blaise? Not my thing."

Pansy snorts.

Her reaction goes ignored.

Taking a step away from the steep slope by the stone bridge where Fulgur happily cracked through a few copper ores, Blaise nodded his nose towards the blond. "What you're looking for is Draconos. Circle motion then a diagonal line through it."

And as I watched Draco replicate the words and motion, Fulgur's wings dropped from his shoulders as he noticed the intent behind the words.

The wind stills and suddenly the area is surrounded by blood curdling silence. Yet the emotions are filled with orange tange and giggles.

And to say the least, when we got inside the under bridge bunker and he returned to his normal state, Fulgur made it very clear that he wasn't on friendly terms with his owner anymore.

Currently, he sat in the corner, facing a wall, ignoring everyone's coos for affection, especially Draco's.

Wings folded over his spine, snarling at all other than the chin scratches Tana would offer every now and again.

In all honesty, it was quite hilarious.

And everytime I pulsed my healing through his body, a tight hiss escaped his gritted teeth.