The School between Winter and Fairyland – Heather Fawcett
The dragon wasn’t happy with the roses. No matter how Autumn cajoled and pleaded, Amfidzel refused to leave her garden, declaring that she wasn’t going anywhere until she’d plucked all the aphids off the drooping stems. Jack’s round face was pale. “What do we do?” Autumn tapped her foot, surveying the darkening sky. All monsters in Inglenook School’s menagerie had to be stabled by sunset—that was the rule, and there’d be trouble if anyone found out that a dragon had been left to lurk the grounds after dark. Not that Amfidzel was particularly lurky, as dragons went. She’d huff and puff over the dying roses until she huffed and puffed herself out, then she’d fall asleep among the lady’s slippers.