A few weeks have passed leaving that Claire no longer had detention. Being the day of the first task she woke up late not really caring as long as everybody lives.
Slowly getting up Claire rubbed her eyes. Seeing that everyone else had probably gone to breakfast or the task Claire didn't mind getting undressed in her dorm.
Sorting through what she would wear Claire suddenly hears a scream of a creature. Looking out the window she screams and falls to the ground as her dorm roof is falling down. Claire sees a dragon out her window.
"The hell!" She yells as she tries and cover her self from the debris falling from her ceiling.
Realizing how long she slept she is alone in the castle while everyone else was at the task.
"I'm alone with a fucking dragon!" Claire grabbed her hair in terror. Looking out the window again she sees Harry Potter dangling.
"And the chosen one!"
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Fanfiction"Create a new color and I won't prank you again." "Deal." Claire Becker; artist. George Weasley; prankster Total opposites but when they both find themselves in detention, there's always mischief to be managed
