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SPOILER!!: Prefect Ken Quote:
Originally Posted by Bubbles  If Kennedy had ever thought something in this world was cute he was must of have been mistaken because this baby dragon that just hatched was it. His fingers tingled, wanting to go pet the creature. Would they all get a turn petting or holding it? He'd even give the professor all the Galleons in his Father's vault to get a chance to do so.
Talking about his father, that man better get him the dragon he requested for Christmas. Or a dragon egg.
Kennedy noticed the Ravenclaw boy with the camera. Hmm...he'd want a copy of that, please. He would talk to him later.
Still documenting the event with his camera, the Ravenclaw was moving at different parts of the barn to get as many angles as he can of the baby dragon. He turned his head momentarily and saw the Slytherin Boy Prefect looking at him. He blinked confused. He wasnt doing anything illegal was he?
Or documenting something illegal? Isnt it Slytherin nature to be sensitive with the documentation of any potentially lucrative activity? heh. SPOILER!!: Daddy!Prof 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.
Then the Professor continued asking the class a few questions. What would this hybrid dragon inherit from its parents? But the other man also did say that this dragon was already identified as a Peruvian Long Snout. He rushed back to the his bookbag and took out his textbook, it seemed that the adult dragons of the breed would grow to have light green scales. "Professor, it could possibly have glittering golden horns like the Romanian dragon, and then emit blue flames like the Short Snout..." but it was its scale coloring that got him wondering, being a hybrid and all "Professor is it possible that this particular dragon would still change its scale colors? Its green now-- like the Longhorn, but given that its half Short Snout will its scale colors change to something blueish, or a combination-- blue-green maybe?"
And the Professor kept calling the dragon little guy or buddy. Was it safe to assume that it was male? "Sir, is the dragon a boy? Are we able to tell the difference in gender immediately after hatching?"
Oh names! Vickers pondered this for a moment, trying to rack his memory of the dragon names he's come across his readings. "Uhm...Draco." you know like Malfoy plus half a dozen nods to literature, pop culture and astronomy "Or maybe something from the Muggle stories where a green dragon was called Firnen, or would you like something more sophisticated like Chrysophylax?" |