Roch could honestly say he had not brought a dragon to school, even if they asked that under Felix Felicis that would be the truth of it, but at the moment he was more focused ON said dragon than he was on trying to explain anything to either the Headmistress or the Care of Magical Creatures professor, let alone to any of the Hogwarts contingent. Shooting a quick glance towards his brother, Roch approached the dragon and Aesha, and deftly slid the harness around the former, fastening it carefully around the magical lizard's body, being sure that none of the straps would rub or irritate.

There. Secure and safe. He gave the little beastie's eyebrow ridges a practiced scratch and remained silent, lost in thought.

He was eighteen.

Would he go to prison for this?