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The first time Ray had actually produced a flame it had been an accident. He had sneeze because Britain was cold and he missed the warmth of the bath when he was in a egg dearly -how he would love to just go back inside to curl but he was too big now and that was so unfair- so he had sneezed and threw fire at the same time.
And promptly set fire to the clearing he was in. He had been lucky enough that it was raining that day so there was no real damage but Luz who had been next to him, had almost died laughing too much and would throw around that anecdote to any dragons he knew.
The problem wasn’t even the anecdote and the fact that every dragon knew it, Ray reflected, the problem was that even now he still threw fire when sneezing with just meant that he generally had to lie on a soggy beach when he was sick to make sure he wouldn’t set fire to anything important and that truly was a disgrace.
At least nowadays he had Brad keeping him company so there was that.