He was happy to see that the witch had enough sense not to get too close to the dragons. Septimus was mad about the beasts and treated them like his babies, but he knew how to handle them. He knew when they needed him and when they didn't, too. He knew all that they were capable of, knew the danger of dragons and the beauty, too. He respected them. Lumina was just... A funny one.
"I don't know," he said, honest. "Her mother rejected her, so she adopted me. I don't know what she thinks. She's met all sorts of creatures, but she's not growing anymore and there's no fire, just smoke... So either she's people, dog, cat or I'm a dragon... I don't know! I'm looking at getting my old mentor down to have a look and give me his opinion, but she's happy!"
Was he off on one again? Probably. "What do you think?"