Baron + Cal
Baron sat through the speech without fidgeting, even though he thought this Potter kid used an awful lot of words to say something so simple. The fight was coming. People had to be ready. They were going to win. Simple, quick, to the point. But the crowd seemed to be very invested in Potter's speech, and maybe the needed the fuel, so to speak, to keep going. Whatever, he would be with his dad and the dragons, and they'd do their best to stay alive.
"Some speech," he commented to his father afterward. He shifted awkwardly, not sure how to bring up something that had been on his mind since they'd started the change in training. It had been a clear sign that something was going on, and it had given Baron the impetus to think. "All right?"