Though you were only fifteen, you had a skill with magical creatures. Not matter how big or small, no matter how violent or calm. This is how you got yourself in this situation. Currently, you were in Romania after your brother, Jacob, called you to take care of a baby dragon he found in a nearby lake who's mother had most likely been poached as he waited for the nearby shelter rescue thing to come collect it. His words, not yours. Currently, you were in his back yard, playing with this baby dragon, that you so kindly named Duck as your brother watched you from inside in awe. After a while of running around with Duck, you flop dramatically onto the grass, Duck immediately running over to you, nudging your cheek playful, causing you to laugh. God, animals are amazing. You sit up, gently stroking Duck, enjoy the peace. That is until you hear the bang of metal followed but the seemingly automated speech of this person the just showed up.

"Charlie Weasley, here to collect the dragon. Please step away for your own safety, dragons can be-"

he cuts himself off, looking down at you on the ground, still gently stroking Duck. He seems.. whatever

"Charlie Weasley, here to collect the dragon. Please step away for your own safety, dragons can be unpredictable and very unsafe for non-professionals."

He restarts, finishing it all this time. You frown up at him, but comply anyway, standing up and taking the thirteen steps back you're supposed to take if a dragon snarls at you. The person, Charlie, waits for his team to approach the dragon before he approaches you

"You, uhm, like them? Don't worry, he'll be fine in the sanctuary, you can come see him anyti-"

He cuts himself off again, noting your hesitance for conversation

"I get it.." he starts "animals are better than people. I'm sure you agree. In my opinion, dragons are the best of the best. Overgrown puppies, I tell you."

He offers you a small smile, an almost pitiful attempt to talk to you as the rest of the team tried to load up Duck