This is not a chapter this is just for fun ONLY. The next chapter after this will continue the story where we left off, now without further a due, I give you *Wolf Theater*
**Bonus Interlude — Third Person POV**
**The Dragons' Afternoon Entertainment @ Wolf Theater**
Finally, things had found a balance with the magic of the dragons, and since all three now had partners the constant strain of the three-way bond had settled into something far more manageable.
Hermione had laughed after finding out that Rhaegal was actually female. Dany had found it equally funny but left the name as it was, as the dragon didn't seem to mind having it in the slightest and flatly refused to be called anything else. So, Rhaegal it remained.
Currently all three were arranged comfortably in the sun watching the four-legged bad-smelling wolves argue over something stupid again.
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"I was up North fighting all sorts of animals, there were these big spiders and bears and two-legs so I've been training a lot," Ghost said, wagging his tail with a small whine of excitement. "Please Nymi, let's spar, I bet I can beat you now."
Nymi had been meditating, attempting to learn to become one with the shadow in order to join her partner in her particular brand of deadly games. Her eyes opened slowly at the interruption, only to be met with the stupid look on Ghost's face. Her right eye and ear twitched in unison.
"Why don't you ask that muscle-bound idiot," she replied, and nodded toward Greywind.
Said wolf was positioned in front of a training dummy that Winky had set up for them. Greywind had been practicing his ultimate move for the better part of the afternoon, wearing the new weighted collars that Nymi had let slip about by mistake to both of them, which of course had led to them bothering Winky about it, which of course meant that if Winky had to make the collars it became her job to teach them how to use them properly. Nymi deeply regretted the slip.
Greywind ran hard, closing the distance to the dummy in almost no time at all. Then he lunged, mouth wide open, and shouted with everything he had in his heart and soul —
*"BIG BITE ATTACK!"*
His teeth clamped down on the training dummy's head and ripped it completely off in one swift and decisive movement. Greywind landed, spat out the offending weakling with a *Humf*, and stood straight.
Nymi rolled her eyes slowly and wondered, not for the first time, why she had been cursed to be packmates with these two idiots.
Greywind walked over to them with his head held high and his chest puffed out considerably, tail at the proper noble angle.
Ghost, ever friendly and endlessly sincere, looked up at him with stars in his eyes. "That was so cool."
Greywind arranged his face into its most dignified expression. "Of course it was, I am the prince of all magical beasts after all. And alpha of our pack."
Nymi looked at him exactly the way he deserved to be looked at. "You're not the alpha," she stated flatly, meeting his eyes without blinking.
"What was that, you mulling bloodhound?" Greywind asked with a snarl.
Both of them immediately began to argue and fight.
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The dragons watched with mild interest as the noise escalated. While the two idiots were fully occupied with each other, the Stupid White four-legged one ambled quietly over to the worst-smelling of the four-legged creatures and sat down beside him.
"Hey Shaggy," Ghost said conversationally, "Why do you have a leash on?"
Shaggy just looked at him, Bored. His eyes half drooping looking half asleep as his tongue hung out lazily.
"Let's get you out of there, huh buddy." Ghost said with the stupid expression every creature had come to know him by.
Ghost started biting at the collar's magical leash until it snapped clean through, as a bit of electricity zapped them both at low voltage.
A dangerous green aura began emanating from Shaggy almost immediately, his fur stood on end, his fangs appeared, the green deepened.
Greywind and Nymi fighting at exactly the same moment, each one letting the body part of the other go.
"The idiot runt let him loose!!!" Greywind called out in genuine horror.
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The dragons settled in more comfortably, deeply interested now. Rhaegal reached over and pulled one of the rabbits they had caught earlier a bit closer.
Both Greywind and Nymi were doing their absolute best against a creature that was only getting stronger the longer the fight went on and seemed to find the whole thing enormously funny.
"Why does he always bite me in the Crown Jewels," Greywind wheezed out after a particularly nasty exchange, which caused the maniac mutt to laugh so hard he briefly forgot to keep attacking, before remembering and getting even stronger.
"Ok," Ghost announced from somewhere to the left. "I have a super attack taught to me by a fighting turtle, but it takes a lot of concentration, so I need you two to hold his attention for as long as you can."
Both wolves agreed immediately, having run entirely out of better options.
Ghost took his time, he concentrated, he found his center the way the old wise turtle by the coast had shown him. He waited for the perfect moment, his charge was swift... his dodges were clean...his final lunge...was flawless, He clamped down hard onto Shaggy thick neck and held on with everything he had, he threw the beast clean over his shoulder.
"KAWA BUNGA!" Ghost announced triumphantly.
The three dragons winced in perfect unison as they tracked the arc.
Shaggy was heading directly for the tent where Winky was currently working on the Mistress's lunch.
The impact was considerable. The tent collapsed inward and then deflated in a way that seemed physically improbable. Everything in the immediate vicinity went very still.
Drogon stopped chewing.
Rhaegal stopped chewing.
Viserion stopped chewing.
Three wolves stopped moving entirely.
Ghost sat on his butt and started scratching behind his ear with his hind leg, "Maybe I should have learned from that perverted turtle instead of the funny one," he said with that stupid look proudly presented to the world as he enjoyed his scratch.
A very angry Winky emerged from the deflated tent, dripping from head to toe in the soup she had been carefully preparing, her Admiral's hat somehow still on her head though listing significantly to one side, as liquid dripped from its sad sagging state.
"Winky hopes," she said, in a voice of terrifying quiet calm, "that you know you must now be DESTROYED for ruining Mistress's meal, yes."
This time TWO ladles appeared.
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The dragons watched with full and undivided attention for the remainder of the afternoon, as Winky the Destroyer set upon her work to re-educate the wolves on the peaking order.
When it was finally over, all three got to their feet, stretched, and heard Winkys final words to the wolves. "Pecking order," as she lowered her hand. "You, the dirt, the worms inside of the dirt, Winkys stool, FRED, Mistress stool, Dragons, Winky, MISTRESS!!!"
"Same time tomorrow," Drogon said.
"Viserion's turn to find the snacks," Rhaegal informed them, popping the last of a freshly cooked rabbit into her mouth.
Viserion made a noise that suggested he felt this was deeply unfair.
Neither one agreed with him.