In no time at all, Hundreds upon Hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking. Bagman opened the neck of the purple silk sack. "Ladies first." he said, offering it to Fleur Delacour. She put a shaking hand inside the bag, and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon, a Welsh Green. It had the number: "Two" around its neck. Alani had spells and plans swarming through her mind as soon as she realized she'd be facing a dragon. "Alani, please, choose your dragon." Bagman held the bag out, she put her hand inside and withdrew an all-black dragon, it had a spine of glowing blue scales, it was a Nightfury, the most dangerous dragon in History, it had a number: "Five." tied around it's neck. 