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There was something about fear that helped. Fear kept you alive. But there was a difference between healthy fear and panic. A panicked creature was easier to predict, and kill. So he needed something to cause a panic. It wouldn't be too hard, after all. People weren't especially smart. He would just need a dragon costume, which wasn't all too hard. A dirty gryffindor tablecloth and a basket would serve as the frame. He had haphazardly sewn the first 6 feet of the table cloth's edges together to make a tube, leaving the rest of the material open to flare out behind him.
He had painted the basket, and decorated it to look like the head of some great scarlet and gold beast and then attached it to the front of the tablecloth, where the tube part was. He cut a hole in the basket, and a handle to hold it from. It was almost done at that point. He placed his broom into the tube, and smiled. Fly around in that thing, cast incendio out of the mouth of the basket, and presto instant fire breathing flying monster of mass panic.
He left the table cloth and basket in the middle of the training pitch, and sat down to eat a small snack. It was a piece of a stale sandwich that he had saved for just such a situation. He would try to fly the contraption in a minute, but for now he would sit back, admire his handywork and try to stay awake. He was far too tired, and was scared of what would happen if someone found his contraption now. But he still had to practice it. And if a student came in, as long as it wasn't a prefect he really didn't care.
He finished his lunch in about five minutes, crawled into cloth, on top of the broom, held his wand in his teeth and pushed off, soaring aloft like a chinese dragon made of the gryffindor colors. As long as he didn't turn too sharp, he could make it look natural, he knew he could. It was just a matter of practicing until it worked, practicing until the fabric didn't fold in on itself, but rippled majestically after him, the long body of a ferocious beast.
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice