You opened the grimoire. Your eyes, trained by years of reading, scanned over the page and deciphered the key phrases for your spell. It was an easy, simple spell made to turn chicken eggs into dragon eggs. Of course, the chances of the chick actually surviving the spell and turning into a dragon were very slim. It was just a practice spell.

You began the incantation, saying the Ancient Latin words with vigor. You waved your wand in the designated patterns, watching as it carved streaks of light through the air. Then, you brought your wand down with a sharp flick, and said the last word. A bolt of milky white light shot out of your wand's tip. It passed right by the egg and hit the mirror instead.

Dominic walked into his roommate's dorm, rather tired after a long day of soothing dragons from grabby First Graders. He then noticed something. His roommate was nowhere in sight. He looked left and right, seeing the only remnant of their presence being the assorted magical items cluttering a table. Then, he looked down. A small, white, baby dragon sat in a pile of his roommate's clothes.

You desperately looked up at him, hoping he would find the connection between your clothes and you. But he didn't. He lifted you up with his hands under your forelegs. "My, my," he said with an absolutely adoring expression on his face. "How'd you get in here?"

Some strange, new, instinctual part of your dragon mind could easily sense that he meant no harm. You had always known that he was too sweet to mean anybody harm, but now you knew knew it. You knew it deep in your core that he could be trusted with whatever he might do with or to you. Then the logical part of your mind kicked back in. You were supposed to be a human. Not a dragon. And he didn't know that. Which meant that whatever he does might be good for a dragon, but most definitely won't be for you.

Then again, his hands felt really nice...

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