Ed’heer without any complications. Naturally, rumours of a slump spread instantly throughout the estate, and the sceptics began heading towards the stables, where Draco was trying at all costs to clean Fenrir, because as soon as the cavalrymen and stablehands appeared in the vicinity, they quickly started discussing what should be done with the new mount. The bath was only the first step in the whole process, and a rather difficult one at that. Fen was not exactly fond of water, let alone soapy suds. On top of that, apart from the dragon, he wouldn’t let anyone near him, so the boy had to deal with the unruly beast on his own. It took a long time, but it could be declared a success.
Another problem arose when Draco had finished talking to the stablehands. Of course, there was not the slightest problem finding a place for yet another beast in the stables. One of the buildings was intended solely for these combat mounts, and currently almost half the stalls remained empty. The individual stalls were quite large and spacious, equipped with the same set of amenities: a saddle rack, grooming tools, brushes, combs, a stone trough filled with gently flowing water, and a granite bowl with a faint rusty tinge inside. The final element of the décor was a large stone slab serving as a bed. Interestingly, it was connected by a network of sealed channels to a furnace located in the cellars, so, according to the stablehands, the stalls were heated in winter. However, even all this did not change Fenrir’s reaction to the attempt at a farewell. Bess grabbed the dragon with his front paws and settled down on his bed, refusing to let Draco go.
It took a long time to explain to Fen that he would be safe, that everything would be all right, and that they would see each other in the morning. Draco was certain that the stubborn beast understood perfectly well what was being said to him, but was just as likely to ignore it. Finally, it was dinner that persuaded the
