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HOPEendures · 05-14-2012, 04:15 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

.....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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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!"

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.

Ummm....well there were two things she had on her list now. Make name suggestions for a baby boy dragon and answer the question. Better start with the question.

Jezzabelle timidly raised her hand, "Well, actually while we may know what parents he has it wouldn't really be all that easy to guess the phenotype that he would project without looking at the parents genetoype and crossing them. You could guess the certain features but you wouldn't know until he grew up." How would such a young person know such things? She was a Herbologist in the making and everyone who had dealt with plants knew of Gregor Mendel and the same principles of genetics that applied to flowers should apply to this, right? Dominate and recessive traits. Important things to know.

"But my best guess would have to be long horns and a short snout? Green in color? Possible fire breathing? Possible inability to fly?" She wasn't entirely sure though....and that was just a guess.

05-14-2012, 04:15 AM	#219 (permalink)
HOPEendures Moke Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 8,623 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kaitlynn Hopsisk Second Year	Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl .....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. "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. "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. "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. 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. 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!" 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. Ummm....well there were two things she had on her list now. Make name suggestions for a baby boy dragon and answer the question. Better start with the question. Jezzabelle timidly raised her hand, "Well, actually while we may know what parents he has it wouldn't really be all that easy to guess the phenotype that he would project without looking at the parents genetoype and crossing them. You could guess the certain features but you wouldn't know until he grew up." How would such a young person know such things? She was a Herbologist in the making and everyone who had dealt with plants knew of Gregor Mendel and the same principles of genetics that applied to flowers should apply to this, right? Dominate and recessive traits. Important things to know. "But my best guess would have to be long horns and a short snout? Green in color? Possible fire breathing? Possible inability to fly?" She wasn't entirely sure though....and that was just a guess. __________________ She Can't Help Herself. Her Mind Won't Slow Down. Watch Out! There's A NEW Ravenclaw In Town.