Hagrid beamed, "It was the best summer of my life! I could’ve done without the international portkey. Those things are as bad as the Gringotts carts, but thankfully, I didn’t have to take one on the return trip. The handlers at the dragon reserve said that dragons don’t like the effects and tend to get rambunctious. Their travel service got us both onto a muggle freight ship bound for Britain. Those muggles, I tell you! It only took us a month to get home, they sure have come a long way since the last time I had to go anywhere outside of the Isles." He took a sip of his tea and glanced over at Peaches who was now gnawing on a chew toy shaped like a melon. "She’s a spunky little thing and smart too. She knows her name and some basic commands like "stop,’ "sit,’ "come here,’ and the like. She’s a right handful too; no fire-breathing but I’ve had to rearrange my pantry since she’s a fruit-eating dragon and has tried to raid my stores of citrus more than once. That’s how she got her name too, you know. I caught her defending her "hoard’ of peaches."