Mr. Smith shook his head, embarrassed for the idiotic Professor.

As the old man appeared and came toward them, the groundskeeper eyed him, even his lion's eye looking to peer closer at the gent. Something was not right about him. But supersitions were always about him, so he dismissed the feeling inside his stomach.

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Jiset ignored the addition to their party and kept his attention focused on the man before him. The edge of his lips curled back and up in a sneer. "It wouldn't be wise for you to threaten anyone in your current position, sir." His eyes sparkled in pure amusement in smelling the fear in the human. It wasn't often he was given a play toy.

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Zetuly bowed his head, sweeping his hands out before him. "Alexander Zetuly, representative official from the Ministry." He lifted his head, allowing his arms to fall back down to his sides. "I'm here to do annual inspections, though it seems there is much more to be done," he sniped the ending, eying the dragons. "I thought beasts were not allowed near the school?"

Jiset narrowed his eyes and turned his head only a few inches to the side to view the man. Again, the low growl emitted from his throat, but it was short, much shorter than the one directed earlier at his dangling prey.

Zetuly shook his head and dismissed the dragon. "Headmistress Fallon?" he inquired, eyeing the woman who addressed him earlier.

Jiset grinned as the man stopped struggling and swallowed his tongue. The grin grew after hearing Gaetan's comment. Never in his wildest dreams would he eat such a disgusting creature. He liked them younger, tender.

He glanced back at the man, eyes narrowing. His tail began to slowly tighten around the man's body. "Remember that you are in our lands now. Your magic means nothing," he whispered to him, though who couldn't hear a dragon's whisper?

He released Viturin, tossing him a few feet back, not caring the angle of his body. Some said humans were like cats; they always landed on their feet. What did he care if they were wrong?

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Zetuly nodded his head in understanding. "You have left the safety of your school grounds, abandoning the students to investigate matters with dragons?" His inquirings were like insults dabbed onto a dagger and slashed through the air. He made a mark on a clipboard that appeared in his hands.

He sighed and folded his hands over the clipboard. "Oh, do not worry, Headmistress. The Ministry will receive the beginnings to my report soon and the message shall be transmitted."

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Mr. Smith snorted at how technical the man talked. They were in the twenty-first century, but that didn't mean he had to talk like an electronic device.

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"Might we leave these matters behind and attend to more important ones?" Zetuly asked, wiping hair from his face. "I'm here for a week and demand to scour this entire school from its highest tower to darkest dungeon."

Jiset didn't even like his tone.

Mozzie was still seated on Frankie's chest, shoving more chocolate in his mouth. Chocolate was the wizard's cure-all to most simple ailments. And she had enough that she could spare.

"You... are... stupid!" she reminded him once more before leaning over and nuzzling his nose with hers. "NEVER DO IT AGAIN!" she added, pulling back up.

"Heh," said Nolan, listening to Quentin and Justine talking. "Those two are surprisingly easy to tune out. I just watch to make sure no one is dying and kind of tune them out. It's okay. Much as Frankie tries, he'll never kill himself. I should hope he has enough brains not to."

We could only hope so. He ran a hand through his hair, before tapping a finger against his lip studs.

"So you decided to return?" Tristan asked out the corner of his voice, his soft voice even quieter. He said nothing more, simply watched the Hall. Part of him wanted to tell her that the students had been out of control but he took care of it, just to see what she'd say, but he decided against it swiftly.

Mr. Smith bit his tongue in order to stop from chuckling at the disheveled History of Magic professor. Perhaps he had judged the young dragon too quick. He may yet have his uses. And the other, Gaetan was it? -- she seemed to keep him in line, or as much as could be considered. Indeed, perhaps he had misjudged these dragons too soon.

Waiting for the Headmistress to take the lead, he followed her toward the school, or rather, his hut. He had no desire to deal with the questions of hundreds of students.

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Adjusting his robes, shifting under their strange weight, Mr. Zetuly followed the Headmistress, eyes set arrogantly, his lips quirked to the right. He could already count the errors in the school on his fingers. He would indeed have one hell of a report to return to the Ministry.

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Jiset watched the humans leave, his tail curling around his hind legs in discomfort. He snorted out light grey smoke through his nostrils, turning back to Gaetan. He began pacing, his tail thrashing like a peeved cat. After a few long, deep breaths, he stopped and walked past Gaetan, heading further into their land. "Don't worry. They're not done with us yet." The grin on his face was both malicious and sadistic.

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Leah clapped a relieved hand on her forehead as soon as Frankie had gotten to his senses. Sure, they'd have gotten used to his near-death experiences, but she couldn't help but be relieved whenever Frankie survived. She then looked around when she heard a new voice. Fantasy. "Fantasy. Where have you been all this time, woman??" she asked, tugging on the girl's arm. She stared at her as she spoke. To Tristan. What was she, nuts? The boy probably didn't know her. Then again, he wasn't really interested in anyone except Zazu, Boo, Mozzie and her posse. Figures. Her expression hardened slightly and she dragged Fantasy a little way from them. "What are you doing? Talking to... HIM," she said softly, with a small glare. She wasn't exactly her best friend, but she was one of the more appealing people at the place.

Danny decided to have some fun, sitting there was doing him any good, but watching Fantasy and Leah have some sort of disagreement was making it interesting. He stood up and listened for the right cue to give his flirting side a try, after all his imaginary danny said he should make more friends.

He waited for Leah to say something and when she said, "What are you doing talking to him" he knew it was his turn to cut in. He got close to Leah and Fantasy right in between them and whispered, but loud enough for them to here. "I don't know why you were talking to him, when the better looking one is over right here," he said being totally true to himself.

Zazu skimmed Tristan's feature out of the corner of her hazy eyes and snorted briefly. Did he think she had to ask him permission to go anywhere? The castle was almost hers. She could come and go as she pleased. Zazu hadn't played suck up all these years not to won benefits.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much," she spoke flatly in a bored tone. In her head, she was laughing.

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Fallon walked past the Gardenia Garden and past the orchard once more, turning a corner to hurry along the side of the castle, taking the cobbled stone that would lead them to the tall, double doors made out of dark red wood. She tried ignoring the disapproving sounds Zetuly was making and although she wished with every inch of her body to hex him into oblivion she restrained herself and started counting the money. 235 Galleons per semester per student. And there was 157 students. Yes. 235. 470. 705. 940...

"Here we are!" She announced, in an eerily cheery voice, pushing the doors open with the help of a still fuming Professor Viturin.

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Gaetan followed Jiset, somehow nervous to make eye contact with the dragon she had known almost her entire life. Well, he had definitely known her for his entire life. Steps making the ground vibrate ominously in tune with Jiset's words, Gaetan flapped her wingers, the dragon equivalent of a human twitch.

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Zazu watched as the girl dragged Fantasy away and she sneezed again. Rubbing her nose furiously with the back of her hand. "Funny." And it was.

"I do hope you're not too terribly disappointed, Queen Zazu," he said, his tone flat and bored. "I was too busy manning the ship."

So all he did was stand around looking pretty and ignore the rest of the students. He could at least taunt her a bit. It was a moment later that she commented 'funny'.

"Hmm?" he asked. What was funny? He hadn't been paying attention. Ahh... where'd that strange girl go?

Fantasy was pulled away from talking to the gorgeous Tristan. Who dared to pull her away from the guy she was talking to? They must be stark raving mad!

Oh. It was Leah. "Her girl," she put a hand on her hip. "Yeah, I was briefly talking to him. Got a problem, my dear friend?" She swore if she said she liked him, she would have to hold Wrath back. She almost came out once today, she didn't need her to come out and freak out on her friend.

Another sideways glanced, as required she tried not to snort too loudly. Failing, the sound made her grimace and she sneezed again, resuming her scratching.

"Manning the ship?" She repeated. "If you call letting the little beasts running rampant manning the ship I'd hate to see you on a lazy day Mister Storme."

Sighing exasperated at his obliviousness, she stuck out her chin in the direction of the two girls who seemed about to dig into each others eye sockets with their nails, powered by envy, hatred and lust. "Your fangirls," she answered simply. "They're hysterical." Yet, she wasn't laughing. Not even smiling.

Where was the gate to make sure the beasts didn't go onto school grounds? As far as he could tell, there were no barriers. It was if the dragons controlled the school, not the wizards. That was disaster right there.

As they passed the gardens, Zetuly sneered and made haste for his wand. He cast a small air spell, removing the floral scents from anywhere near his being.

As the doors were pushed open, the Ministry official stopped in his tracks. The students ... were in complete chaos. He could only make note of one professor in charge of them and she looked completely irresponsible. He turned to the Headmistress, his brow quirked. "This is how the students were to be distracted; let loose to do what they wish?" He smirked and made a note.

That she was shocked at the students littered on top of the tables, others underneath, some even raiding the trash bins was an understatement. She swayed and grabbed a hold of Viturin's arm as she turned a sickly green.

"My money," she whispered before coughing repeatedly and correcting herself. "My school! My students! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

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Zazu flinched and tried not to groan. Oh, man. Oh man. OHMAN. Not again. Standing still hoping her name wouldn't be called she sidestepped, in an attempt to disappear behind the curtain she had visited minutes ago.
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Professor Lamento Viiturin was still shaking from his near death experience with shame and anger when he saw the commotion in the cafeteria. Yes, it was always noisy in the school but nothing like this. Kids. Dragons. He wasn't sure which were worse. Or smelled worse as a matter of fact.

"Maybe I shouldn't have left..." he said without missing a beat and Fallon fainted.

Viturin, also sidestepped.

"Is anyone dead?" Tristan retorted, his voice slightly louder than it normally would be. "I see not. Therefore, I stand by my statement. I man this place better than you."

Following the direction her chin pointed, Tristan looked over at Leah, Fantasy and Danny. They seemed to be oblivious to the boy near them and were indeed staring daggers at each other.

"You take humor in murder." Though it was stated, the words were more of an inquisition.

While Zazu flinched, Tristan stepped over to Viturin, eyeing the woman on the floor.

"Please, Professor, calm down," he said, his voice warm and smooth. "I know we should normally not be like this. You know very well we are usually much more behaved than this. But you have to realize. The students are at unease. Dragons were on the grounds minutes ago. They're hardly calm about it."

Zetuly raised a brow. He blinked when the Headmistress fainted and smirked when her own staff did not go to her aid. He certainly would not. She was of no concern to him; only her school was.

He stepped over her body and entered the hysteria. He eyed the students of all ages then flicked his wand, elevating himself so everyone could see him.

"I am Alexander Zetuly sent from the Ministry. Contain yourself, children. Your school is under inspection and as you can see," he motioned to the fainted Headmistress. "It is very critical that your school passes. If it does not," he paused, a horrid smile coming to his lips. "Well, then it would mean more money for a second Azkaban. And Professors," his eyes zoned in on the man besides the fallen Headmistress. "If you do not pass inspections, you will be relieved of your positions and appear before the Ministry Boards of Education."

He paused to let it sink in then offered a bright smile. "Now let's enjoy this beautiful day." And with that, he lowered himself and began strolling around the grounds.

"I was not." Quentin retorted. "I just wasn't talking. I do that quite often. You should know that by now Justine." She just smirked and rolled her eyes at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but Nolan joined in. "True." she agreed. "With Mozzie, I guess you just kind of get used to it." she added, jokingly, with a shrug. She thought for a moment about what he said about Frankie then shook her head. "I'm not so sure about that... I dout that he would actually kill himself, but he's still a bit of a thick head..." She glanced down at him, not really caring if he heard or not. He probably knew it himself.

Leah was waiting for Fantasy to reply, when all of a sudden someone decided to cut it. She turned her head and stared at the intruder. Danny. She glared at him, her temper rising. She let go of Fantasy's arm abruptly and grabbed Danny by the collar. "Look, buster! I don't have time for your insolent comments. Leave!" she screeched, holding herself back before she clawed his head right off his neck. How dare he disturb them?

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