Alys was stirring a batch of Witches’ Wonder Beauty Cream when she heard a knock at the door.
‘We’re not expecting anyone are we, Sparky?’
The diminutive dragon looked up from the Weekly Witch where he was reading about their recent success in the WI Competition. He shook his head.
Alys turned off the cauldron with a wand-wave before opening the door. She was greeted by broad chest with a large belt buckle below it. Alys stepped back in surprise. ‘Oh, it’s a giant!’
The owner of the large belt buckle stooped down and a big black bearded face appeared. ‘Your doorway is somewhat small, but I’ll just…’ The giant squeezed himself inside. ‘Right.’ He looked down at Alys with a stern expression on his face.
Alys looked up at him. Fearing for her ceiling she asked him to sit down. The giant perched on the edge of her work table, whose legs groaned loudly.
‘What can I do for you?’ Alys asked.
The giant consulted the clipboard he was holding. ‘You’re Alice of the Western Witches’ Coven?’
‘My name is Bruwod. I’m here about a Breach of Ye Olde Treaty of Magical Creatures’.
Alys frowned. Sparky flew up onto her shoulder. A wisp of agitated steam escaped from his left nostril.
Bruwod leapt to his feet. A sprinkling of plaster peppered his shoulders as his head hit the ceiling. He pointed at Sparky. ‘You have a dragon!’
‘And I have a hole in my ceiling,’ replied Alys testily. ‘What’s this about?’
Bruwod glanced at the upwards and seated himself again. The table sighed heavily. ‘Your dragon is Unregistered in Breach of Regulation 6.66. He will be impounded and released back into the wild.’ He jabbed his pencil in Sparky’s direction.
The diminutive dragon snorted in alarm, sending out tiny showers of purple sparks from his flaring nostrils.
‘Into the wild? I’ve had him since he was an egg!’ said Alys in alarm.
‘Do you have the Proper Documentation for his Provenance?’
Alys shook her head.
‘You’re keeping a Protected Species without the Proper Documentation.’ Bruwod stabbed his pencil on his clipboard for emphasis. The point promptly broke.
With a whoosh and a bang and a cloud of red smoke, a piece of parchment appeared on the doormat. They all turned to look. The parchment reared up revealing a picture of Bruwod framed by the words: ‘Wanted for Dragon Abduction; Reward Offered.’
Bruwod flung down his clipboard and lunged towards Sparky who flew up in alarm, golden flames shooting from his nostrils. Bruwod grabbed at him with a meaty hand catching him by the tail. ‘Gotcha!’
Alys snatched up her wand as Sparky shot a dagger of brilliant blue flame into Bruwod’s face. The giant let go, tripping over the doormat and landing in heap next to the retired cauldron.
Not familiar with the Craft of Combat and Containment, Alys struggled for a spell, but the retired cauldron was quicker, casting a huge net over the writhing giant.
A gruff voice shouted from the other side of the door. ‘Witchery Enforcement! Stand back, we’re coming in!’ The door burst open.
It only took a few moments for the four burly officers to bundle Bruwod into their van. ‘Well done, Miss, you’ve captured a dangerous criminal,’ said their leader touching the peak of his cap with his wand.
‘It wasn’t really me,’ Alys glanced at her retired cauldron which quivered gently.
‘Nevertheless, we’re grateful for the assistance.’ He handed Alys a voucher for Acme’s Ingredients and Equipment for Witches.
Alys and Sparky grinned. It was their favourite store.
Written in response to a prompt from Susan T. Braithwaite
Genre Scribes Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #41
The challenge this week was treaty.
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