You might think that snakes generally aren't a natural predator of dragons. And you'd be right, it's just that this snake is so terribly unnatural. For instance, having consumed her, instead of moving on to a leisurely digestion as is customary for snakes, it causes her to appear - still in scaly blue fullform - on top of a red Honda stopped at an intersection in downtown Chicago, claws scrabbling on the paint with an awful screech, wings flapping to keep her balance. Shift? No shift? If she doesn't shift she has a shot at flying away, getting out of sight, shifting then, and appearing unconnected to the spontaneous draconic appearance that is now causing passerby to holler and point and take phone pictures. Balance first, she isn't that good at flying yet and needs to start from something like a solid stance, she can't flap right while she's actively overbalancing. There, okay, with considerable paint job casualties she can line up for a takeoff -
"If there were any dragon societies I'd belong to a Canadian chapter." French.
"Huh. I've only ever met a dragon once before and he wasn't very personable, so I'm not really up on the culture."
"You've met one?"
"Yeah, it was at a particularly unpleasant vampire party, which is saying something. He told me my life was as a flickering candle and punched me in the face with magic. Like I said, not a people person. People dragon."
"Red Court. They drink blood, turn into giant bat-monsters, generally unpleasant."
"I would have told you that vampires were imaginary."
"...and you would have considered yourself well-informed on the matter. Hmm. What magical creatures are you aware of?"
"Dragons, griffins, sphinxes - extinct, I believe, but people say that about dragons too - nixies, bugbears, perytons, Nemean and Bohemian lions, white stags, harpies, gorgons - there's a lot, I have them written down but not on me and I'm invisible anyway."
"...okay. As far as things on that list that exist, I'm aware of nixies. And you hadn't heard of the Nevernever. I'm beginning to think we have a more fundamental disconnect here than I thought. Are you sure you're from this universe?"
"Less sure than I was five minutes ago!"
"Okay. Um. This doesn't technically change the order of operations here, but it does make getting you back home much more difficult than it otherwise would be. And very, very dangerous."
"I'm sorry. Obviously, I'll help out any way I can."
"I appreciate that."
"...what's your name? I just realized I never really asked."
"And I'm Harry and this is Molly. I'm not going to say it's nice to meet you, because it's actually very unfortunate, but, um, greetings."
"Greetings." She pokes her bullet wound. She mutters in French again. "I think it's down to a nasty scrape at this point."
"Did you get the bullet itself out? Or did it go through?"
"Went through. Or possibly fell out, lost enough momentum from hitting scales? I wasn't looking closely at a high framerate."
"Fair enough. In that case we don't have to go to Butters, I'll trust your weird foreign magic... I'm drawing a blank on what we should actually do here."
"If you've mostly healed up and the bullet's not still in there I'm gonna drop the anesthetic effect," Molly says. "Should I keep the veil up too, or are you okay with being seen to exist yet?"
"I've done my own invisibility since I didn't know how long yours would last, go ahead and drop yours."