Monster

Parchment 13: Dragon Egg

"You semz to kow how to tak car' of a drag'n eg, it wn't hatc for a lon tim, for as you kow.." Hagrid says holding the bright pink tea cup in his thick hand. I have the egg on my lap, wrapped in a thick black blanket to keep it warm.

"I do, and how it continues to grow until it hatches, kind of stretch marks and the markings determine the color, and design of the dragon's scales.." I geek off, for its something I can talk about non-stop its dragons, potions and oh, other things. "S-sorry.." I mumble embarrassingly, I got carried away by this whole conversation.

"Oh no, it's totul oays, I und'rsand yur rable," Hagrid replies pouring me some more tea. For him begin part giant he sure has a gentle soul for animals and people. It's good to have that, you can understand and tolerate them more. Lifting the cup to my lips I take a small sip, etiquette Nebula, don't forget it, don't want to be rude to the man who saved you from Pansy.

"I thik you shold be off, Headmastr' probly a worryin' a'out you.." I take a huge sip of the tea, finishing it till I feel the leftover grains against my tongue.

"Your right Hagrid, I should," though I didn't want to leave, it's a nice little place, simple and warm, "thank you for saving me, and-and giving me this egg.." He smiles down at me and lays his hand on my head.

"Yur ev'r wecom Missz Qust," Hagrid takes me back up to the castle and I go straight to my room. My arms tight around the egg, I can feel its pulse through the shell. Dragons have always fascinated me since I was a small child, thanks to Andrew of course. He was the one who got me out of my 'shell' and helps me see the good things about the world, though there are bad things about it, but we need to focus on the positives some of the time too.

Opening my door I see Mavis on my bed studying madly, books spread everywhere with some parts of scrolls draping over her shoulder.

"Hey," I say standing next to her, she lets out a small yelp making her feather fly out of her hands.

"Hey, your back, sorry, I-I wanted to study Potions more and you're the only one with this many books, minus the Gryffindor girl, um...Granger?" I nod my head at the right name, she's really smart though other people in our house have dozens of nicknames for her which is quite rude honestly.

"That's her," setting the egg down near the head of my bed I look around for something to put it in, "box, cup, container, hmm.." Glancing over at Corral's cage I take out the pillow that's inside since she barely uses her cage anyway, and I place it in between about ten muggle study books. Placing the egg down inside I let out a content sigh. It's a beautiful navy blue, or almost black, I can't tell just yet.

"Merlin's beard! Is that a dragon's egg!" Mavis squeals, I cover her mouth with my hand and makes her quiet.

"Shh!! I don't want anyone else to know about this alright? I will get in trouble for having a 'dangerous' animal, though they aren't really, if-if you train them right.." I say looking over at it, Mavis nods her head and pulls back from my grip.

"Yeah, especially for the ones they use for that, the TriWizarding Tournament..?" Mavis points out, I shutter at the thought of what they do to the dragons.

"Yeah, that's when they treat the dragons harshly, it's wrong what they do, but, they do it to test their skill but. Oh, whatever.." I mumble, looking at the egg I hope in my heart that he didn't give it to me for that reason. If he did then I don't know if I can keep it until then...

"It will be okay Nebula, I don't think he would have giving it to you if he knew that would be its fate," Mavis says rubbing my back, "I'll head back to my room, can I borrow some of these books to study from?"

"Of course, but please bring them back soon.." I request, Mavis nods her head and skips out the door. It's around eight thirty, almost nine, maybe I could practice some Quidditch since I missed this evening, maybe the team will still be down there! Jumping to my feet, once again, I go straight down to the field.

To my guess I was completely wrong, the field was empty and no one was flying or practicing. Well, I guess that means I get the whole thing to myself. Going to the 'locker rooms', if you would like to call them that, I pull out my uniform and my broom. Making a quick change out of my semi dirty clothes, I fit into the green and white robes. Though it's small it's still very loose around my neck and shoulder, partial falling off depending how I am holding my shoulders at the current moment.

"Alright, let's go..." I say getting on my broom and weaving my way through the lockers and benches inside.

"Oi! You're not supposed to be here!" A voice yells at me from behind, I don't have time to turn around and see who it is I just keep going into the field. Up into the clouds, I go, just floating, not planning on going anywhere but just being calm.

For everything has gone wrong so far since I started at Hogwarts. The female outfit getting completely ruined, getting called names by other house members, getting put in the completely wrong house, and receiving letters from my father saying I'll get consequences if I'm in the wrong house. And of course, I'm in the wrong house!

I'm practically doomed when it comes around break, which is very very soon. I need to get my wand before then too, I hope we're going to Hogsmeade soon, or else I can ask Dumbledore if I can travel there during the weekend.

"HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" The voice once again yells, the only thing different is that I turn around and see who it is. And to my pleasure, it is Draco Malfoy. When our eyes meet his broom stops moving towards mine. He lets out a scoff and charges at me instead. I just simply duck at his poor try, but he turns around once again and charges and I, of course, dodge it.

This goes on for fifteen minutes, Draco Malfoy energy drained on his broom while I completely fine on my own. 

"You munter girl!" He hisses, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. I roll my eyes and just raise an eyebrow at his current behavior.

"And you are the first choice Seeker, if you can't catch or even touch me, then how the blast are you suppose to catch the Snitch? Something that's smaller and much quicker than a munter girl like me?" I turn the tables on him, his face falls for just a second, but he doesn't notice it.

"Well, then would you have the privilege to help me then?" Malfoy asks with a very sassy and annoyed attitude. I click my tongue and start to lower my broom towards the field.

"Of course, Malfoy.."