┋“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”┋
┋An arm shot through the crowd, followed by the red, exhausted face of a plump man, wearing robes lined with gold.
‘That one! How much is that one?’ he yelled to cover the sound of the men behind him.┋
┋It had been 20 years since Kulaan had finished his years at Hogwarts, and those years had not been kind to him. Between his Auror job and the kids, his self-care had gone down the drain faster than a bad love potion.┋
┋He put the phone up and stole a quick look at the numbers.
‘For fuck’s sake!’ he thought. It had been what, over 20 minutes since he had called the valet for his car to be brought over. Why were they set on getting the worst of him out tonight?!┋
┋He looked with longing in the distance, as a smile crept on his lips and his forehead relaxed. To his right, bright, cheerful barks resounded. And behind the barks, a voice echoed ‘Well, he’s smiling! Finally! I kept telling him he’s awesome, but I don’t think he understands me…’┋
┋“What do you know about dragons?”
“They’re big, scaly, four-legged creatures with wings who terrorized small villages until a virgin was offered up as a sacrifice.”
He grinned again. “I do miss the virgins.”┋
Katie MacAlister, You Slay Me