#winnie.1

Hana knew exactly where to find Damocles’s formidable dragon. Of all the people to catch Enes’s eye, they weren’t entirely surprised to learn the honor went to Guinevere Montague. Not that they’d heard anyone ever call the dragon child Guinevere once in their entire life. Winnie had always stuck to Dolohov’s little gang while Hana had stuck to Charity and Willa. 

“I come in peace.” Hana said, holding out a particularly nice piece of enchanted dragonscale metal that flashed and moved on its own. “I just want to talk.”

Making sure that Damocles remembered to do basic dumb human requirements like see the outside and open a goddamn window weren’t exactly chores that Walden minded having on his plate. That’s what friends were for, right? If it meant a chance to see Winnie around, so be it. She wasn’t bad company. Occasionally a bit much but who the fuck wasn’t, really?

“Hey, Wins.” he said as he made his way up the rambling estate towards the actual house. “Haven’t seen you around in ages. I know I’m no famous potioneer, but who’s gonna terrorize my pigeons if you never stop by and say hello? They’re growing cocky.”