Hope couldn't help but coo softly as the little dragon curled up against the crook of her legs. "So he's like most babies, except he can walk and hold his head up." Raising up just a little she reached down to pet the little guy on the head.
She curled her legs around Neville's little dragon a little tighter, and settled back down against his chest. "I think I've been accepted." She had to wonder if the little dragon could sense her 'other'ness.