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Barnes had been staring outside the window for what felt like hours, the familiar view of the Hogwarts grounds doing little to distract him. The air was thick with the scent of rain and old parchment, the kind that only got worse when someone forgot to open a window for a day. Which, given the nature of Hogwarts, happened more often than not.

Suddenly, a flash of motion caught his eye. A small creature, no bigger than a chicken with scales like polished obsidian, darted across the lawn. Barnes leaned closer to the window, peering through the fogged glass. It was a dragon. And it was supposed to be in Hogsmeade.

That wasn't the weirdest part.

The dragon, a tiny, nestling thing with wings that barely spanned more than a foot, let out a series of clicks and whistles. Barnes frowned, straining to make out the sounds. It wasn't making any sense. Then, the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning— he could understand it.