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Pausing in his mucking of the stable, Patroclus stood up and looked into the face of the Professor. Her serious stare was slightly unnerving the boy. "I started to look after Pieros in my third year, it was a whole term assignment with Professor Lawson," the boy couldn't help but break his stare with the professor, to gaze at his wonderous friend, who at this point was thrashing his mane around, clearly very amused by his own hair.
With a smile across his face he returned his to the professor, where Patroclus continued "I have never ridden him, no. By the end of the assignment he was only just learning to fly, so I didn't want to do any damage by asking then, and last term he was being looked after so expertly under your care, that thougth I visited him often, I didn't ask then," Patroclus had also been so busy last year, that most of his visits had been very quick, and often late in the after noon. "But I was thinking now that he is fully grown, that he would be strong enough."
He was nearly twice as tall as the boy, so it wasn't a stretch to see him carrying the boy's weight
"However if you think it is a bad idea, I am fine with that," he added, before continued with the shovel.
Third year...and he was a fifth year now, si?
No offence, but Maya was not a trusting person, and she considered every student in this school unable to handle a great creature like an Abraxan on their own. And even if she was supervising...the thought of being responsible for a kiddo that fell of the Abraxan irked her.
She didn't miss Patroclus subtle compliment, making her smirk ever so little, but it soon faded when she responded.
"I feel it wouldn't hurt to let you care for Pieros for another term. And then we could see how well he might take to being ridden." Yes?
Her eyes wandered to the floor.
"You can take a breather now. Good job on the scooping." She flashed him a small smile, albeit a bit defeated, before tossing the rag she was holding towards the shelf. The unenthusiastic throw made the rag fall short and hit the ground.
Sigh. Was it the cold she wasn't used to, or this term that made her feel a little more...something.
"Are you enjoying this term, Mister Hudson?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.