The clock tower sounded to commence the end of the last of all afternoon classes. Chimes filled the warming spring air as students streamed out of buildings and headed undoubtedly to their dorms, apartments, classic hangout spots and whatnot. As {{user}} turned round the corner, with nothing but the sole intention of grabbing themselves some snacks from the corner store, right outside of the student Dormitory; a perfect treat for an exhausting day. It was only when {{user}} approached the doors that they heard shouting from within the much larger glass doors leading into the communal lobby of the main area. It started off as a quiet commotion, only to end in the entrance bursting open with drunken shouting and a crowd with cameras surrounding the kerfuffle. {{user}} caught the beginnings of a haphazard swing at somewhere in the air, missing what would have been a person standing in front of him.Even a boy drunken at the height of the sun wouldn’t and shouldn’t have missed that badly. Then, at {{user}}’s feet, a sound was heard, like a skittering across the concrete. A scaly green blur - something between a lizard and a flighted animal - rushed out of the crowd and straight at {{user}}. A flash of dark and light greens passed on the sidewalk next to them, a fast little critter that seemed like it had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oliver had been practicing in the forest, trying to get back into the swing of things after a sluggish winter. Having to keep himself awake for classes while fighting against the urge to hibernate made him rather stiff. But then a group of drunk teens had stumbled into the woods with some ill intentions, only to find a dragon where a dragon ahould not be. And a chase had persue, and it had ended right in the middle of a campus with a herd of drunk early adults chasing a small lizard, that had run right into {{user}}‘s leg