Nestor Grimm

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Even if he wasn't planning on attending Hogwarts, Nestor had made quite a few purchases at Diagon Alley.... one of them being a green model dragon. It had become his most favorite possession. He traced a few of the scales before the dragon began snapping at his fingers, he grinned at the toy and set it down on the ground to see what it would do. He didn't want to admit it yet, but the Magical world was definitely growing on him... or at least all of their toys and gadgets that he wasn't privy to in the muggle world. He rolled his eyes at the thought of the term.

 

Nestor looked up just in time to see somebody who was unaware of their surroundings, unaware that a model dragon stood in their pathway. Acting completely out of necessity, the boy sprung to action and pushed the person away just in the nick of time. Nes looked down at his dragon and quickly picked it up before the same thing were to happen again...  He puffed up the inside of his cheeks and let the air out slowly as he turned towards his victim, he tossed an apologetic smile preemptively and then formed a few words,

 

"I... uh... you almost stepped on my dragon, so I pushed you and... I'm sorry?"


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Jo had made a point of keeping to herself at this place. She hadn't wanted to attend, it was supposed to be her summer break before she went back to school. A different school albeit, but nevertheless the eleven year old wanted her freedom and was merely here under duress. It seemed her father—bless him, really he was so blindly proud of her—was more excited by Jo's magical abilities than she was. 

 

She made herself look as unapproachable as possible, glare on her face as she skulked around the park kicking a rock to keep herself entertained. Somedays she would just stay inside the class and read, but she would always be on her own. It's not that Jo was an antisocial person—she had plenty of Muggle friends—it's just that her experience with her classmates at PHP hadn't exactly been a good one yet. 

 

Was it Jo's fault? No. Perhaps. Probably but her stubborn nature would never allow her to admit that to herself. 

 

She kicked the rock again, slowly walking forward and then another kick.

 

Kick, kick, kick...

 

She collided with the ground, wind getting knocked out of her before she had a moment to shout in protest. It took a few moments for her to gather herself, drawing in a sharp intake of breath. "What the hell was that about?" Her words came out in a pained wheeze, one hand nursing her side as she examined her now grazed elbow.

 

She glared up at the boy who had offered her the most pitiful apology of all time. "A dragon?" She asked, incredulity creeping into her voice. Of course Magical Creatures existed, this was something Jo had learnt upon entering this new world, but a dragon here? Doubtful. "Whatever."

 

 


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Brooklyn very much enjoyed meeting the interesting personalities in her year: most of them were complete weirdos, of course, but she considered herself benevolent enough to humor them, even if that meant laughing behind their backs later in a fit of righteous superiority.

 

That day, she spotted a boy playing with a model dragon. Judgment crept to her features, obscuring her shine, but she worked to fasten her lips to a neutral position. Barely a moment passed before something happened—a girl tripped and wheezed. Brooklyn took this as her opportunity to pose as someone comforting, if only to try to get in her good books.

 

She took a few steps to shorten the distance between them.

 

"Oh, gosh! That looked bad. Are you alright?" she prompted the girl, and then she reached down and picked up the dragon, a slow smile simmering on her lips as she turned to the boy, tone neutral. "Do you play with action figures? That's so cute."


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That wasn't an explanation he could have easily used in the muggle world. Come to think of it, he sounded pretty bad arse talking about dragons and stuff... although he was sure the girl on the ground thought otherwise. There was a permanent scowl painted on her face and she was quick to dismiss his attempts. Nes could tell from her tone alone that she thought he was fibbing about the dragon bit, perhaps she was muggleborn like him? 

 

"No-no... I'm serious!" he scrambled about for the green little creature and found another girl quickly approaching them. He tossed his head back letting out an exasperated sigh, just what he needed.... an audience. He felt a quiet  pang of guilt after Girl 2 asked for the wellbeing of Girl 1, he should have probably done that first, but now it wouldn't be a genuine attempt. Then Girl 2 scooped up Jinx (The green model dragon, which he had just named because it had gotten him into trouble...), he rolled his eyes and addressed her assumptions.

 

"Hardly... " he scoffed, "That's a miniature model dragon, I got him last week at Diagon Alley... " he trailed off wondering if in fact Jinx was the Wizarding world's equivalent of an action figure. "Mind you, he bites." he warned.

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Oh this was just bloody fantastic

 

Not only was she on the ground but others had seen the fall take place. Forget her elbow, it was her pride that hurt the most and at the other girls sympathetic words Jo shrugged her shoulders. She'd feign nonchalance, it was the only way to salvage her broken pride now. "I'll be fine," she attempted a smile. "Just a scrape."

 

She remained on the ground for a few more moment, waiting for the Earth's crust to open and swallow her whole. When that didn't happen she sighed, resigning herself to this exchange with her peers and getting to her feet, facing the boy that had pushed her. 

 

Well would you look at that, it was a model dragon. So he wasn't a filthy liar after all. 

 

Jo bit back a smirk at the other girls comment. However, she couldn't contain her own wonder when the little model dragon's snout started smoking "You don't have to fee him or anything do you? What shop did you get him from?" Jo had thought she'd explored almost every store and hadn't come across anything like this. "He doesn't look anything like the action figures my brothers own." Or that she also owned, but she wasn't going to say that.

 


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“Ouch!” Brooklyn yelped at the exact same time the boy said his dragon bit. She abruptly pulled her hand back and flung it away as if it were fire, before rounding on the boy, a scowl now alive and shadowed across her features. “What the hell, dude?” She shook her head as her mother’s voice rang in her mind about keeping her composure (if you don’t have nice to say, don’t say anything at all, Emily always said, which Brooklyn took to mean if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it to their faces).

 

Another glance at the innocent girl, however, reminded her to exhale the spark of ire and snap back to composure. Her finger still pulsedher teeth grit. “That’s sweet.” It wasn’t: why would anyone want to play with toys? “So you bought it for your younger brother?” She queried with feigned innocence.

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