There was a club for dragons. There was a club for dogs. The two started with the D. But that was where the similarities ended. Dragons and dogs were not alike, and were in their own gatherings different and varied as is. Just because they both started with a D meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Which made his odd that Frost would have gone to find a dragon and observe them. Dragons were to him, respectable beings in general, and yet he'd never really gotten to know many of them. So it was that Frost had gone dragon hunting.
Dragon hunting, whish was mostly him sniffing about campus looking for things that smelled like giant lizard. Eyes closed, nose in the air, he'd been following one scent- but in a hall it was harder to tell how fresh the scent was. People came and went rather quickly and well-
Bumping into someone he fumbled in his step, stopping his dragon quest.
"Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going."
Truly, a great way to make a first impression.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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