How to not train a dragon

Movie night

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It was an early day December.

The sky was warm, and smelt of burning lavender essence sticks.

And it being early December meant that teenagers; were coming and going, due to end of the year testing. Bronx's bookshop flourished in the sense of , renting, buying and peering through books about; sciences of dragons, the four continents, flora and fauna, mathematics and ancient runes.

And with Bronx constantly being occupied with customers; it left little to no time with Winni in the afternoons.

So at the current sparse in time, Bronx was telling a greasy haired teenage boy about how ancient runes were normally written upon limestone, and Winnifred sat grumpily next to the empty fireplace curled up in an old cats bed.

Winnifred sat there, and sat, and sat, and he started focusing on the cold chilly air that circulated around his ears, leaving him in his own self induced silence; plumes of dark grey smoke left his mouth in between his clenched teeth.

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Bronx looked over at him.
And in an overly sarcastic way started giggling at him.
He truly was a self indulgent prick, whom if you even think of ignoring for an hour or two would go slump off and be a total flumpy for the day.

She just stared at his scaly behind, his wings were dropped to the floor and his head sat propped up on a thick text book, little bugger took one from the new shipment this morning! It took months to scrounge up the money for them! And would you look at that he's smauging the cover up, now that one will have to go on special!

Aside from the quick burst of anger towards him for smauging one of her books, Bronx still felt bad; he was indeed a self indulged prick, but a newborn self indulged prick, so Bronx knew in his context her just felt like he was being neglected, kind of how a toddler would act when denied warm milk.

But she knew deep down, behind the jeering she had for him, she felt bad for him.

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Closing time had come and gone, the store was now shut; instead of the glaring lemon yellow lights that would hang above, had now been switched off in place for the now lit fire, as it had dropped a few degrees over the hours. And still curled up in a grumpy ball sat Winnifred in his cats bed.

He could hear Bronx bustling upstairs probably getting dinner ready.

Dinner... dinner? Did he even have lunch?! Let alone breakfast! Bronx has been up at 5:30 still running checks on the store while Winni still slept curled up in his upstairs bed! That evil woman! She hadn't made him his bowl of cornflakes with cod liver oil! She also forgot the glass of apple juice! Now Winni was not only grumpy at her 'negligence' but seething!

He got up from his bed, warming his throat up, until it became red hot and he shot big fat white ball of heat at the fire, it roared suddenly and a shriek came from upstairs.

You see the fireplace wasn't just there to supply heat during the winter months of June, July and August, it was also stationed there because the large chimney of it filtered up into a large stove and that's what cooked, and boiled food every night, so that's why Bronx had always had to add 'light fire' to her to-do list.