Sean Cormag and the Legacy of Hogwarts.

Chapter 29: Dragon Egg.

Leaving on that note with Sebastian was not what Sean was hoping for. He didn't expect Sebastian to react well anyway about working with Lodgok. And the truth was, that Sean didn't fully trust Lodgok either. Or any Goblin for that matter. True that Lodgok had a falling out with Ranrok. And if they did fully trust each other, then Lodgok would've told what happened during the Fallout. And the only reason they knew each other was because of Sirona Ryan. But that was Goblins. Clever as they came. 

Not to mention that Sean still had yet to hear what had happened between the two. But now, the weather was slowing turning colder and to even more snow as November was making the transition to December. From what Sean had heard, the Country of America was celebrating Thanksgiving around this time. An American Holiday. But Sean didn't really think about that much. He wasn't American. Instead, he was thinking about both his training. His business, and his studies. And his new Lizardfolk friend, An-ru. Whom An-ru was now sworn to. 

In the meantime, Sean had rallied around and found more Demiguise Moons for the Hogwarts Caretaker. And Mr. Moon was generous to not tattle on Sean, or any of his friends for sneaking into restricted areas after hours just to find the Demiguise Moons. 

Though, Sean did get a letter from Poppy. Wishing to discuss matters in the Three Broomstick. It was one of the last places that Sean would ever expect Poppy to be seeing as the Three Broomsticks was a very social place and Poppy was not social. Or at least, no social with other people. 

Sean also had some business at Hogsmeade in selling off some of the Puffskein Fur to a buyer. "Here you are." Sean offered for a good sum of 100 Galleons. 

"You're the cheaper buyer you know. And it's better quality." A Scottish Wizard had said. "Can't refuse this offer." He said. 

"My pleasure." Sean replied. 

He went back inside the Three Broomsticks to see An-ru sitting at the bar while speaking to Sirona. And An-ru looking at the Butterbeer.

"Why do they call it Butterbeer when it issssss not a beer?" An-ru asked. 

"I've no idea myself." Sirona answered. "Probably because some poor soul couldn't get his hands on some beer, so to make up for it, he made his own drink and called it butterbeer. That or he wanted to make a sweet beer and eliminated the alcohol." She suggested. 

"Becausssssse Alcohol isssss bitter. And Butter is ssssssweet." An-ru figured. "I ssssee." Then he noticed Sean. "Hello, Sssssean." 

"An-ru." Sean greeted. "Hello, Sirona. Is Poppy here?" He asked.

"She's over there." Sirona answered while cleaning a glass. "Asked for a space alone." 

Sean had looked around inside. "Even though there's hardly anyone in here." He noted seeing as how it was after happy hour. 

"Eh, somedays business is slow." Sirona explained.

"Are we sure it's not because of An-ru?" Sean asked.

"An-ru?" Sirona asked taking another look at An-ru. "Nah. This is nothing compared to that one time the Three Broomsticks got a Ogre in this establishment. Or those 2 Trolls for that matter. And boy, could they gobble up some turkey piles." 

"Over here." Poppy called over to Sean and An-ru. 

Sean and An-ru walked over to Poppy who was standing up and looking very jumpy.

"Bit of a change of pace from our last outing." Sean noted.

"Don't remind me." Poppy replied. "The thought of that tent still makes my blood boil." 

"Don't forget mine." An-ru added. "I lived asssss one of their Prissssonerssss." 

"That's all over now." Sean assured. "Even if we're not done yet with the Dragons."