(Drabble) Michael Saunders is not the only newcomer in Chrestomanci Castle.
"Surely you don't intend to allow it to roam freely about the castle," he snapped impatiently, but his ill humour made no discernible impression on his eccentric new employer.
"Hm?" Chrestomanci blinked, and looked vaguely imposed upon. "It's only a baby," he said. "What harm can such a small dragon do?"
Michael glanced down at the limpid-eyed baby crooning as it rubbed against Chrestomanci's leg, and the scorned saucer of milk. He made no comment as it shot him a measuring look.
"Gah! All right, do as you think best!" Chrestomanci swore, and shook the toothy dragon off his leg.