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BanaBatGirl · 05-14-2012, 03:54 AM

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Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

It was if the baby dragon could hear its papa calling to it. Giving another big quake that almost send the whole egg rolling, the little dragon that could squawked loudly and sent a piece of eggshell flying toward the class. The shield had been throw up just in time, as the spot where the sharp fragment hit it lit up but withstood the blow.

The dragon squawked again, and another piece of eggshell went flying. Another tremor ran through the egg and then it seemed to be melting off the dragon, disintegrating into little pieces as the dragon finally escaped its home.

The little, scaly green thing with sharp, beady black eyes might have seemed ugly to some but to the man it was staring at, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Letting out a tiny baby cry of confusion, the dragon flapped its fragile wings and shook off any remaining bits of slime and eggshell.

Finally, the dragon could stretch its wings at last, after that long, long nap!

.....And there he was. His baby. HIS BABY DRAGON.

"Hi bud!" Willy crooned at the dragon, reaching a hand out and tickling under its chin. "How are ya? Welcome to the world, buddy! Let's get you cleaned off." He flicked his wand out and started dribbling water on the dragon, laughing when it shook the water droplets off its wings.

Then he picked up the little dragon, who immediately bit onto his (gloved) finger, and used his wand to dry it off with a gentle stream of air. It was only as the dragon started sniffing toward his bucket of brandy and chicken blood that he remembered his class. Well first things first: he had to feed the dragon. He'd answer their questions as he worked.

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Then the chocolate egg was brought out again, which Williamson promptly ate. Sierra frowned at him but also raised her hand in the air. "Professor, do you have anymore chocolate eggs back there?" she asked. ~~Since you ate the egg I was going to ask for.~~

[....]

"Professor?" she asked, raising her hand. "How long will it take this dragon to grow to its full size?" Certainly not five seconds, right?

"No I do not," he answered simply, bending down to pick up the metal, magical alloy baby bottle he'd worked with a former professor to create. Unscrewing the cap, Williamson dipped the bottle into the dragon food and filled it up, then wiped it clean with a nearby rag and put the lid back on.

He knelt down by the dragon and held on the bottle to it, grinning as it latched on right away. Without taking his eyes off the baaaaaby, he answered Sierra's second question.

"Dragons take a good two years to mature. They don't fly until they're almost a full year old and they don't start breathing fire until they're about six months old." He shot a grin out toward the class. "So don't worry about your hair catching fire, kids, this one isn't a Norwegian Ridgeback." Ridgebacks, as everyone knew, could snort flames at only a month old.

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Originally Posted by Deniiz

"Que bonito..."

He was making a history there.

"Gracias?" William replied vaguely to whoever had complimented his baby. "I'm so proud."

Yes, he had given birth to his dragon. IT WAS HIS. And woe be to any who argued otherwise.

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Originally Posted by sarahb

"Professor this is so awesome," Addie squealed. "And your dragon is so cute. Does it have a name yet?" Because the adorable dragon had to have an adorable little name to go along with it.

"Aha, thanks for asking," William swiveled his head again to eye the girl who'd spoken up. "I actually thought you guys could throw out a few names for this little guy," because yes, he'd checked, "and we could take a vote before the end of class!"

The staff were welcome to suggest names too. Willy nodded toward Callie, Medea, Oliver, Dash, Isabelle and Cece.

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Originally Posted by midnight_thestral

She raised her hand in excitement for the professor, "So, what are you going to name the dragon professor and are you going to release him back to the wild when he grows bigger?" Violet hoped it wasn't one too many questions, but she'd never seen a real live dragon before except for pictures in her textbooks

Turning back to the baby, Willy noticed that his bottle was almost empty, so he refilled it again, naturally, and continued the process. The dragon only let out ONE little squeak that whole time.

He was glad it was absorbed with the bottle and not scared by all the children looking at it. "I uh, I dunno, I thought you guys could help me name it," he mused in response. "And," SIGH, "I suppose that will eventually happen, but not for a while yet."

So. Shhh. Don't ruin the moment, girl.

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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy

The boy shot his hand up in the air, hoping it would be seen in the dark. "Professor, If this is a hybrid, does that mean he, or she, will be like a mule? You know It won't be able to have babies?"

Oh good question!

William glanced back at the boy but shook his head. "No. Dragons interbreeding is similar to dogs interbreeding; terrier-labrador mixes can still have pups, can't they? Same with dragons."

He winked at the kid though. "Five points for thinking ahead though!"

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Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88

"Professor. So what will the dragon experts call this guy?"Alyssa asked Professor Williamson.

"Will they give him a new breed name or will it be either a Swedish Longhorn or Romanian Short-snout, depending on who the daddy is?" Alyssa grinned.

And another good Hufflepuff question! "He'll be what experts call a 'Portuguese Long-Snout.'"

But that reminded him. "Class, knowing the parents of this little fella are a Romanian Longhorn and a Swedish Short-Snout, what sort of characteristics from each would you expect him to have when he's full-grown?"

Oh and it was time for another refill! Willy's baby was so hungry. Er, thirsty. Teehe.

05-14-2012, 03:54 AM	#212 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Baby Dragon! It was if the baby dragon could hear its papa calling to it. Giving another big quake that almost send the whole egg rolling, the little dragon that could squawked loudly and sent a piece of eggshell flying toward the class. The shield had been throw up just in time, as the spot where the sharp fragment hit it lit up but withstood the blow. The dragon squawked again, and another piece of eggshell went flying. Another tremor ran through the egg and then it seemed to be melting off the dragon, disintegrating into little pieces as the dragon finally escaped its home. The little, scaly green thing with sharp, beady black eyes might have seemed ugly to some but to the man it was staring at, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Letting out a tiny baby cry of confusion, the dragon flapped its fragile wings and shook off any remaining bits of slime and eggshell. Finally, the dragon could stretch its wings at last, after that long, long nap! .....And there he was. His baby. HIS BABY DRAGON. "Hi bud!" Willy crooned at the dragon, reaching a hand out and tickling under its chin. "How are ya? Welcome to the world, buddy! Let's get you cleaned off." He flicked his wand out and started dribbling water on the dragon, laughing when it shook the water droplets off its wings. Then he picked up the little dragon, who immediately bit onto his (gloved) finger, and used his wand to dry it off with a gentle stream of air. It was only as the dragon started sniffing toward his bucket of brandy and chicken blood that he remembered his class. Well first things first: he had to feed the dragon. He'd answer their questions as he worked. Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana Then the chocolate egg was brought out again, which Williamson promptly ate. Sierra frowned at him but also raised her hand in the air. "Professor, do you have anymore chocolate eggs back there?" she asked. ~~Since you ate the egg I was going to ask for.~~ [....] "Professor?" she asked, raising her hand. "How long will it take this dragon to grow to its full size?" Certainly not five seconds, right? "No I do not," he answered simply, bending down to pick up the metal, magical alloy baby bottle he'd worked with a former professor to create. Unscrewing the cap, Williamson dipped the bottle into the dragon food and filled it up, then wiped it clean with a nearby rag and put the lid back on. He knelt down by the dragon and held on the bottle to it, grinning as it latched on right away. Without taking his eyes off the baaaaaby, he answered Sierra's second question. "Dragons take a good two years to mature. They don't fly until they're almost a full year old and they don't start breathing fire until they're about six months old." He shot a grin out toward the class. "So don't worry about your hair catching fire, kids, this one isn't a Norwegian Ridgeback." Ridgebacks, as everyone knew, could snort flames at only a month old. Quote: Originally Posted by Deniiz *"Que bonito..."* He was making a history there. "Gracias?" William replied vaguely to whoever had complimented his baby. "I'm so proud." Yes, he had given birth to his dragon. IT WAS HIS. And woe be to any who argued otherwise. Quote: Originally Posted by sarahb "Professor this is so awesome," Addie squealed. "And your dragon is so cute. Does it have a name yet?" Because the adorable dragon had to have an adorable little name to go along with it. "Aha, thanks for asking," William swiveled his head again to eye the girl who'd spoken up. "I actually thought you guys could throw out a few names for this little guy," because yes, he'd checked, "and we could take a vote before the end of class!" The staff were welcome to suggest names too. Willy nodded toward Callie, Medea, Oliver, Dash, Isabelle and Cece. Quote: Originally Posted by midnight_thestral She raised her hand in excitement for the professor, "So, what are you going to name the dragon professor and are you going to release him back to the wild when he grows bigger?" Violet hoped it wasn't one too many questions, but she'd never seen a real live dragon before except for pictures in her textbooks Turning back to the baby, Willy noticed that his bottle was almost empty, so he refilled it again, naturally, and continued the process. The dragon only let out ONE little squeak that whole time. He was glad it was absorbed with the bottle and not scared by all the children looking at it. "I uh, I dunno, I thought you guys could help me name it," he mused in response. "And," SIGH, "I suppose that will eventually happen, but not for a while yet." So. Shhh. Don't ruin the moment, girl. Quote: Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy The boy shot his hand up in the air, hoping it would be seen in the dark. "Professor, If this is a hybrid, does that mean he, or she, will be like a mule? You know It won't be able to have babies?" Oh good question! William glanced back at the boy but shook his head. "No. Dragons interbreeding is similar to dogs interbreeding; terrier-labrador mixes can still have pups, can't they? Same with dragons." He winked at the kid though. "Five points for thinking ahead though!" Quote: Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88 "Professor. So what will the dragon experts call this guy?"Alyssa asked Professor Williamson. "Will they give him a new breed name or will it be either a Swedish Longhorn or Romanian Short-snout, depending on who the daddy is?" Alyssa grinned. And another good Hufflepuff question! "He'll be what experts call a 'Portuguese Long-Snout.'" But that reminded him. "Class, knowing the parents of this little fella are a Romanian Longhorn and a Swedish Short-Snout, what sort of characteristics from each would you expect him to have when he's full-grown?" Oh and it was time for another refill! Willy's baby was so hungry. Er, thirsty. Teehe. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind