Siobhan had almost finished her dinner when Yvette asked her about dragons with all the fascination that an eleven year old could possess: "Dragons [i]exist[/i]? How? Why?" In response, she had let out a startled laugh and smiled.

"Of course they do," she replied, trying oh so hard not to sound condescending -- how had Yvette been exposed to the magical world for so long now and not read a thing about dragons? "Here, look at this." She reached under her shirt and pulled out a rope necklace with a small bone on the end, shaped suspiciously like a fang. It immediately erased Yvette's sceptical expression. "It's from a hatchling, maybe two weeks old. They picked it out of my ear when he bit me."

Surprisingly, Yvette didn't pale rapidly or look in any way, shape or form scared of dragons. Instead, her brown eyes burned with curiosity. Maybe she was destined to be a Gryffindor after all. "And your family takes care of them?"

"Mhm--" Siobhan had been about to reply when Trisha rudely cut her off.

"That's such a load of dragon dung," she said. "They're all on reserves." Siobhan's eyebrow twitched. Just because her roommate was a pureblood didn't mean she wasn't [i]hexable[/i]. Then again, she didn't know any that wouldn't backfire if she tried to cast it.

Instead, she rolled her eyes and stood up, grabbing her bag. Might as well leave now. "We own the reserve. Have done for [i]centuries[/i]." With that - and a brief goodbye to Yvette who still looked shell-shocked by the news of such a fantastical creature actually existing - the youngest MacFusty skipped off in the direction she hoped the library was in. 

Siobhan was in luck, pushing in through the double doors and dropping her bag off at a table in the back of the room surrounded by musty old bookshelves. A rope attached to a sign that read 'restricted section' was within arm's reach of her, and she wondered if an alarm would go off if she wandered into it. She'd have to test that at some point -- maybe even find a copy of that book Maggie McCarthy was reading.