Barclay & Ashton
Some students gasped while others backed away when the black shape descended upon them. Not Barclay. Barclay knew what Ashton looked like, and while he wasn't as familiar with this shape as he was with Ashton's human form, he still could pick the dragon out of a crowd of thousands.
Okay, that wouldn't be too hard. But he could also pick out Ashton out of a crowd of a thousand other black dragons.
Barclay smiled when Ashton nearly nudged him aside, the hurt momentarily forgotten. "You're welcome," he said back, keen eyes looking over Ashton's enormous form. "You're -- Are you hurt?"