Dragon Hunting

Sterling walked toward the dragon. It wasn't horribly large, but it would be much easier to deal with were it smaller. "Reducio! It shrank to roughly the size of a deer. He used his wand, paired with the diffindo spell to sever its limbs, except for one leg, to let the blood drain, and head, casting them aside quickly so he wouldn't be forced to look at them. As the blood drained, a forest mouse ran by. By tapping it with his wand and saying "Feraverto!" it quickly transfigured into a goblet. He collected all the blood that drained, as to give it to the potions teacher at Hogwarts. Though he knew it would be suspicious, few would say no to free dragons' blood. He then used another severance charm to skin it from crotch to neck before tearing the skin off its flesh. He made quick work of scraping off the membrane before opening a small hole in the dragons' skull, squishing the brain into a paste with his fingers, and spreading the bloody white paste over the pelt of the magnificent animal. He was aware of disgusted stares as he did this, and he took no pleasure in it... but still, there was no use feeling excessively sorry for the creature. Of course he did, but the deed had been done, and it could not be undone. The faster they worked, the less dragon would be reserved for flies and carrion birds.

He found various sticks that he sharpened like pencils with his wand before staking the four corners of the pelt into the soft grass. He wiped the sweat off his head with his forearm. "So... are we burying the carcass, or gutting it?" he asked, trying to sound casual although biting back tears.

"I need a heartstring for a wand core since my wand broke during this trip," Brienne said, "So I can probably gut and excise what I need before we bury the rest. That is, if no one else needs any more of his parts." With that, she stepped toward the dragon, then used her knife she brought to cut it open and excise the heart. Cutting it in half, she found a decent heartstring that seemed strong enough and magical enough for a core. She took it out and stretched it a little bit. She wrapped it in a little strip of cloth to keep it safe.

Andrew looked at the remains of the dragon and sighed mostly in relief and in sadness. So it was dead, and they had caused it. Everything died eventually, and Andrew should've known that the hard way. He had already killed someone before and should have been used to it by now. But this was a whole other scale...the thing had a certain majesty towards it, that most other creatures never would have.

"I need some too," he said calmly, knowing his wand was infused with Dragon Heartstring already "mine was snapped a while ago and has worked with me since. But, it's not going to work much longer." He went over to the remains, astonished by the smell to the point where he had to use his arm as a replacement gas mask. He reached inside, and grabbed what felt to be something string like and ripped them out of the heart. At least the memory would be with him, for as long as he lived.

"We should get back to London," he said calmly, turning towards the others "Miseria may need some medical attention...but I think we should give her a proper burial. Not everyday when a dragon dies...much like a wild one like this one."