Barclay & Ashton
Normally, in Ashton's experience being around his witch, Barclay was composed and mature, if cynical, and to see him this way, light and happy, elated even, and acting every bit the teenage boy he was, it made the dragon reflect the same. He rumbled with pleasure, enjoying this moment with Barclay and his brass trumpeting roar echoed the witch's cry.
He tucked his legs up flush against his dark body and let his wings do what they did, tail snaking behind them and taking them both through the sky at a fast speed that would beat the rest of the convoy of students and staff back to the Academy.