❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XCV. A LITTLE TRAIN OF LAMENTS
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"I'm hanging in there, don't you see?
In this process of elimination"
MARJORIE KNEW THAT THIS WAS her idea and all, but she had definitely underestimated just how hard it was to steer a dragon when you've got yourself a fear of heights. But you know what makes this more terrifying than that? It was the fact that there was no means of steering to begin with.
The dragon was beyond their control, and it could also not see where it was going, which meant that if it turned sharply or rolled in midair they would find it impossible to cling onto its broad back. Nevertheless, as they climbed higher and higher, London unfurling below them like a grey-and-green map, Marjorie couldn't help but suck in her fear of and stroke the metallic scale with gratitude: They had successfully done a heist.
...Albeit, they didn't exactly came out unscathed, but that mattered little as the dragon's wings beating the air like the sails of a windmill. Behind her, she could feel Harry's breath of relief on the crook of her neck and whether from delight or fear she could not tell, Ron kept swearing at the top of his voice, and Hermione seemed to be sobbing.
"How on earth are we going to get off this thing?" cried Hermione, hiding her face on Harry's back out of sheer fear.
That was a good question, but Marjorie didn't dare to look down and search a way. Then she couldn't help but wonder just how long dragons could fly without landing, nor how this particular dragon, which could barely see, would locate a good place to put down.
The dragon seemed to crave cooler and fresher air: It climbed steadily until they were flying through wisps of chilly cloud, and when Marjorie peeked an eye from behind her hand, she could no longer make out the little coloured dots which were cars pouring in and out of the capital. On and on they flew, over countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscape like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.
"What do you reckon it's looking for?" Ron yelled once again as they flew farther and farther north.
"No idea," Harry bellowed back. His hands were numb with cold but he did not dare attempt to shift his grip.
"It'll probably try and find it's kin, but considering it'll have to go to another country for that, it's more likely it'll find a place to rest first," hollered Marjorie, moving strands of her hair from her cold face.
"ShitShitShit, really?" exclaimed Harry. He had been wondering for some time what they would do if they saw the coast sail beneath them, if the dragon headed for open sea; he was cold and numb, not to mention desperately hungry and thirsty. When, he wondered, had the beast itself last eaten? Surely it would need sustenance before long? And what if, at that point, it realized it had four highly edible humans sitting on its back?
