Rebirth of Lady Morgana

Dragons Don't Make Good Pets, Detention in the Woods

As the months ticked by, so too did the school year. The days at Hogwarts began to blur together for Morgana and Anthony, each one a monotonous repetition of the last. They had ensured that the information on Cerberus had indeed reached the Dark Lord, but since then, they found themselves trapped in a routine. Wake up, eat, classes, eat, classes, eat, sleep, and repeat. The once-exciting adventure of discovering the secrets of the castle and plotting their next moves had turned into a dull cycle. Even their late-night excursions, sneaking around the castle under the invisibility cloak, and adventures with friends couldn’t shake the sense of boredom that had settled over them. The thrill of their plans and schemes had dulled, and they yearned for something new, something to break the endless cycle.

That all changed, however, one evening in the Great Hall. The air was filled with the usual chatter of students, the clinking of cutlery, and the delicious aroma of dinner. Morgana and Anthony were seated with their respective houses, sharing stories and laughter with friends. Morgana was midway through a conversation with Draco, who was animatedly discussing the latest Quidditch match. She nodded along, though her mind was elsewhere, when she felt a familiar presence slithering up her leg. Mordred, her tribrid snake familiar, emerged from the folds of her robes and coiled gently around her arm, his scales glinting in the candlelight. His tongue flicked out as he hissed softly in Parseltongue, §Mistress, I have found something most intriguing.§

Morgana’s attention snapped to him, her heart quickening with curiosity. She leaned in closer to Mordred, her voice barely a whisper. "§What is it, Mordred?§ she asked, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

§Mistress, the nice giant man,§ Mordred hissed, referring to Hagrid, §he has a big egg that smells like Aithusa but isn't Aithusa.§

Morgana’s eyes widened in surprise. A dragon egg? Here at Hogwarts? She quickly glanced over at Anthony, who was seated at the Gryffindor table. Catching her brother’s eye, she subtly gestured for him to join her. Anthony, sensing something important, excused himself from his friends and made his way over to the Slytherin table, his curiosity piqued.

“What’s up, Morgana?” he asked, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Mordred just brought us some very interesting news,” Morgana said, leaning in close so only he could hear. “Hagrid has a dragon egg.”

Anthony’s eyes widened in astonishment. “A dragon egg? Are you sure?”

Morgana nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. “Mordred said it smells like Aithusa but isn’t Aithusa. We need to find out more.”

“Agreed,” Anthony said, a grin spreading across his face. “This could be the excitement we’ve been waiting for.”

Morgana and Anthony quickly finished their dinner, their minds buzzing with anticipation. They needed to talk to Hagrid, but they had to be careful. A dragon egg was highly illegal, and they didn’t want to get their friend into trouble. They exchanged a look of understanding and began to plan their approach.

As the hall began to empty, the twins made their way out, Mordred still coiled around Morgana’s arm. They slipped through the corridors, heading towards Hagrid’s hut. The grounds were quiet, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The cool night air was refreshing, and the twins moved with purpose, their excitement mounting with each step.

Reaching the hut, they knocked softly on the door. Moments later, it swung open to reveal Hagrid, his bearded face breaking into a wide smile. The warmth and light from the inside spilled out into the darkness, and the comforting smell of cooking wafted over them.