((OOC: Amy! You have no idea how excited this makes me! ...I'm almost tempted to have Rivah burst in and lecture Eli on the dragon laws. XP))
Katrina-Carlotta completed her scan of the room, and froze. It was only a momentary pause, hardly a hesitation, but that was as much as one could ever really get from the witch. There was a dragon curled up in Elijah's hearth. A Chinese Fireball, still quite small. The creature seemed perfectly content within the flames, tail moving lazily.
The European would have approached it, but the look in Elijah's eyes told her that this one wasn't hers. The wizard looked at the dragon far too fondly for him to not have interacted with it a decent amount. Katrina-Carlotta knew that the Krum was intelligent enough not to get such a creature attached to him only to later hand it over to her.
"I see you couldn't resist acquiring one yourself," the woman said with a smile, eyes glancing meaningfully towards the hearth. Stepping away from the entranceway, Katrina-Carlotta tried to reign in her excitement. She was succeeding, almost. Her posture and face were reflecting polite and casual happiness. The witch's eyes, however, were dancing. Katrina-Carlotta was not able to prevent her iris's from sparling like gemstones, or the slight dilation of her pupils.
The assassin had wanted a dragon for as long as she could remember. She'd asked for one on her fifth birthday, her sixth, and her seventh. For her eighth, she'd received a book on the laws surround dragons. She'd stopped asking her mother for one after that, but she'd hardly wanted a dragon any less. For many years she'd let the matter rest. For a while she was too young, and still being schooled. Then she was busy traveling and making a name for herself. Then three years ago, the witch had become acquainted with a dragon breeder. He had taught her much, and was planning upon giving her one if she preformed a small favor for him. The favor, was to kill a French witch. It just so happened that she knew this particular witch. Unknowingly, the man had asked Katrina-Carlotta to kill one of the few people in the world she trusted and cared for. She'd killed him instead. Sadly, this meant that she hadn't gotten that dragon.
Taking a few more steps forwards, the dark-haired female clasped her hand in front of her, well aware that she was acting like a child on their birthday. "What breed? And how old is it?" Katrina-Carlotta asked. Her voice was soft, accent slightly more prominent due to her elevated emotional state.