George looked up from his desk, where he'd been re-reading the letter he'd gotten in his owls earlier in the week. He gave Emma a warm smile, setting it aside for now before moving around to sit on the edge of the front of his desk and reaching for the dragon.
"Let's see here," he said, pulling out his wand and fiddling with the wings. They started to move slowly, as if stretching after a long nap. "You want more to move?" he asked, not really looking up, turning the dragon over in his hands to investigate further, wings still moving slowly.