“What?” Charlie pulled a bit of a confused face and pulled back from where he’d been checking Bessie hadn’t lost any of her pearly scales. Not that he didn’t trust Hugo to have taken care of her, but Bess wsan’t a year old and didn’t seem to understand her own strength yet. She still acted like a young dragon, even if she was growing alarmingly quickly. “Pretty sure Vikings just got eaten by dragons.”
He wandered over to the fridge to get the milk for the tea, at the same time extracting a raw steak for the creature that was curling itself up comfortably on the sideboard. Charlie flicked his wand to animate the kettle, which lifted itself and floated across to pour hot water into the mugs Hugo had collected. The dogs had also wandered in, making the small kitchen a little squashed, and were eyeing the steak hopefully. Charlie gently nudged them away with his toe.
“And did you manage to train her?” He asked teasingly, nodding toward Bessie with a bit of a smirk as the tea carried on making itself.