Siobhan twirled her hair around her fingers again. "Well, the Muggles think Ceann Ear – our island, is uninhabited. Everything's under charms, a bit like Diagon Alley, so they can't see it," she said, imagining the desolation she could see from her bedroom window in the manor. "There's not much there [i]but[/i] the dragons, if I'm honest. Just our family, apart from my oldest brother who only visits nowadays, and a Squib who takes care of the dragons' food supply so they don't decide to eat all the humans."

Rubbing her chin contemplatively, she wondered out loud, "I think if the dragons wanted to actually escape, they could. My brother set up the new wards keeping them in himself, and while he's good, he's not that good."

Shrugging, she nervously asked, "Are all of your mother's tenants wizards? Or does she buy and sell off Muggles, too? I can't imagine all the negotiating that must go on – the haggling for our business is my mum's job."