<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br/><br/>His father must have told him a hundred times that he wouldn't be ale to pull the red dragon's broken fang this morning, it would take too long and he had to be ready to go catch the train for school. But when a two ton monster is whining in pain all night long you can't very well ignore it, Brutus sure couldn't and that was why he was literally sprinting from the dragon corral to his cabin where he had stayed that summer learning to tame the dragons. When he kicked his door open he didn't have a frightened look on his face at the thought of missing the train, rather a determined look at the thought of beating the train despite his lateness.<br/>He grabbed his prepared suitcase and grabbed the empty bird cage next to it. As soon as he picked up the cage Gramsci, his pet Bat Hawk, flew in the cabin's open window and bolted into his cage so fast that the door shut behind him. Only a few seconds later Brutus was running into the cabin's fireplace. One moment he was in Germany the next he was in London and sprinting down the street to catch his train.<br/>When he was finally sprinting through the train station he made his way to platform 9 and 3/4 and without even looking to see if people were watching him he shot through the brick wall and emerged victorious when he saw the train to school still idle in front of him. Brutus closed his eyes and breathed deep letting his heart slow down. He looked over his shoulder and caught eyes with Gramsci "We made it again my friend." He said in his deep South African accent and then began walking casually to one of the train cars and stepped up, for the final time, into the train for school.