be.”
When nothing happened, Thane snorted. He looked down at himself and back up at Hildy. “Next time try constructing your little poem in iambic pentameter. It might work better then.”
Hildy felt her back straighten as the magic surged and gathered into her hands. She got it now. She got why the Jezibaba was the way she was. Three hundred years of such disrespect would drive any witch crazy.
“I wasn’t finished yet, sulfur breath.”
Hildy flung her hands in Thane’s direction and seconds later a six inch floppy fish with green dragon scales lay on the ground where the handsome dragon had stood.
She grinned widely as she bent, scooped him up, and put him into her skirt. If Carol always felt like this when she won a battle, no wonder her friend liked fighting. Her pleasure over having handled the dragon on her own was large enough to fill the entire courtyard outside the dorm.
She was proud of herself for not giving in to the panic Thane’s disrespect had caused her. It was good to find that she hadn’t been completely scarred from being zapped by a dragon when she was ten.
“Okay. Let’s see if spending the night in the toilet bowl improves your manners, dragon boy. Don’t worry though. I’ll put a No Flushing sign on the lid so Carol won’t accidently send you down the sewage pipe… not that losing one future arrogant asshole of a dragon would be a great loss to the world. Be grateful I’m not filing assault charges with the council or telling Damien what you did.”
Hildy walked inside the dorm, humming as she carried her prisoner to her room.
***
Carol shook her head. She was still having trouble believing what her nearly always timid friend had done with no remorse. Disbelief pushed her raised eyebrows high into her hairline as she and a grinning Hildy peered down into the toilet bowl together. A green dragon fish swam angrily around in circles.
Carol looked up and met her friend’s pleased gaze. Hildy’s pride did not bode well for either of them. “I know this is usually your line instead of mine… but I really don’t want to get into this kind of trouble on our Dedication Day. You’ve got to change Thane back into a dragon.”
“No. I don’t want to.”
Carol smiled, but sobered quickly. “Change him back… or I’m telling the Jezibaba.”
Hildy crossed her arms. “Fine. Tell her. It was worth it. I would do it again. When I tell her what happened, she’ll understand like a real friend should.”
Carol shook her head. “I am a real friend. That’s why I’m asking you to think about this rationally. Thane is Professor Smoke’s assistant. He will be missed when he doesn’t come to work tomorrow and all the dragon guards will come looking for him. If you voluntarily change him back tonight, maybe we can talk Thane into not telling anyone what you did to him.”
Hildy snorted and shrugged. “Thane was rude and grabby and arrogant. He’d just spin the story to make it sound like I was the bad guy. I can’t believe I ever thought he was cute. Well, he was cute I guess, but no one that good looking should be such a… such a… meanie .”
Carol ran a restless hand through her hair. “I don’t believe this. You never get this mad at anyone, especially anyone male. The only time you ever reacted like this before was when you turned Ron into a rat for insulting your blue dance dress.”
“I love that blue dress. It fits me perfectly and makes my eyes sparkle. Ron was just saying bad things about it to see if he could make me mad enough to snap. Well, it worked,” Hildy declared, snapping her fingers. “But it wasn’t the insults that got to me that time either. You didn’t see Ron trying to reach his hand down the top of my dress to cop a feel. I had to make him take me seriously. I just had to.”
Carol blew out a breath. She looked at the swimming fish in the toilet. “I’m not saying this isn’t a good way to punish a jerk. I’m just saying this is bad