Fabian relaxed when she touched his shoulder and he offered her a weak smile. "No, no live ones. If we had to do that, I wouldn't..." he stopped and shook his head. "I really love dragons. They're just... free.<em>You</em>know what I mean. I just wish I could be in your shoes. Oh, to ride one..." The look in his eyes became dreamy and he led her through to the mage's side of the dinning hall.<br/><br/>It was the same size, thought the tables were newer, and the decoration was quite different - there were strange looking symbols and runes over the walls, painted and glimmering with gold gilt. The tables were of a pale wood, and there were dark, burnt in inscriptions down the straight legs. "I think we have bare walls because of the third years - they get over excited when they first learn fire charms." He didn't sound too thrilled at the prospect of learning magic, the wistful tone in his voice a lingering effect from thinking about 'Jack's luck.<br/>