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Nigel started thinking of what would make an awesome dragon name. While he was thinking he saw the dragon start shrieking. Oh Batman his dragon was hurting his ears. Nigel started to get a really look at the dragon and saw that it was about to fall asleep. Aw how cute, No No No it was a dragon it could not be cute.
While wondering if a dragon could be cute or not, he came up with a awesome dragon name. "Professor, Professor, I have an awesome name for your dragon. Its Drakon"
"Drakon?" Willy repeated, shrugging a bit. All right, if the kid said so... "I'll add it to the list."
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Smiling at those who were singing, Willy joined in with a matching little hum of his own. Hum hum hum hum, little star....
"You're all doing a fine job," he nodded at the singing leaders. "Keep it up." Baby was ALMOST asleep...
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Anna Banana Well pin a rose on his nose. No more chocolate eggs?! The nerve! Not that Sierra was some candy fanatic, because she wasn't, but she also found it rude that he ate right in front of them yet didn't have any to share. She nodded along, though, to his answers to her question. "I see," she said, but inside she was still glad she'd stepped behind those Puffers. No way was she putting herself into a position to get attacked first.
"Well, I think when it grows older," she said, raising her hand, "it's less likely to kill us all. It has a track record of not coming into much contact with humans."
Except for Care of Magical Creatures class, it seemed.
Sierra's eyes grew wide with surprise, and she watched as the dragon started to...well, go completely crazy it looked like. "Err, Professor? I don't think it likes us very much," she said. "What are you planning on doing with it after class anyway?" Had he said that yet? In all the hatching excitement, Sierra hadn't heard.
Pet it?! They were going to pet the...BABY?!
How about no? Could they opt out if they wanted to? Watch from afar, maybe? ...and, were they still suggesting names for this creature? "How about RORO?" she suggested "Pronounced RAWR-o." The name just SCREAMED dragon to her.
Oh, some people still had questions. And suggestions, apparently.
"I'm planning on raising him until he's old enough to live on his own, either in a reservation or in the wilderness," Willy answered very quietly. "And I'm glad SOMEONE also thinks
my baby this little dragon won't grow up to be a cold-hearted killer.
He was also planning to have a few more lessons about the dragon, but who knew? So far, so good with this lesson, anyway.
"Roro." The man stopped stroking his dragon and blatantly BLINKED at the Slytherin girl. "Uh, never heard that one before, but all right." Whatever.
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Zephyr “Fafnir?” he mouthed the name to Oakey who was behind him and rolled his eyes. “It’s going to eat you whole if you name him that.” He said jokingly. “What about DRAGOON, professor?” he suggested to the man in front of them. “I reckon it’s going to be one huge, powerful dragon one day. Although it doesn’t mean anything...it just sounds big.” He shrugged as he continued to watch the dragon. It will be really awesome to call it that when it’s all grown up.
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FireboltAvis88 "And as Alyssa finished up the song, she whispered to the Professor. "Professor how about the name Saphira?" Then Alyssa realized that this dragon could be a male dragon and Saphira sounded girlish, so she suggested another name. "Or how about Eragon".
"Added and added," Williamson nodded to the next two suggestions.
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Mad Eye Touz Aspen didn't know about dominant and recessive traits of dragons. Were long snouts dominant? Horns? Green vs blue? Dragons hadn't ever really been the most compelling of creatures to study, but she made a mental note to hit up the library soon, before anyone else.
But from the sound of it, the Professor didn't know either. This prompted Aspen to raise her hand.
"So... you've never seen one of these before, Professor? Has any one ever tried to be a foster parent to an orphan hybrid dragon before? And a follow up, what is the success rate of such endeavors?" Was he going to get eaten/burned/maimed and Aspen should expect a new Creatures Professor next year? Hmmm.
Aspen might have sang to the dragon in private, but certainly not in front of all these students. Besides, there were other younger students that seemed happy enough to sing to a newborn dragon. West would probably sing a song he shouldn't, she mused.
As an aside, Aspen commented to Professor Scabior. "I'd name it Fruity."
More questions, coming from a Know It All Claw. No surprises there.
"I have never personally handled this particular breed of dragon, Aspen, no. They're extremely rare. But I suppose you were too busy talking to Scabbers there to hear my saying so earlier?" He gave the girl and the professor she was all buddy-buddy with a cold look.
Has anyone ever tried to be a foster parent to an.... OH FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN. William stood up to his full height and crossed his arms at the child. "For your information, YES. Yes they have. While it
is unusual for a.... solitary individual to take on the responsibility of raising a dragon, it HAS been done, and as far as I know," or cared to admit, "no one was harmed in the raising of said dragon."
And Willy was only raising this baby til... til it could live on its own.
Sniffle sniffle.
He heard her aside and angrily pointed his wand to the open space of barn wall where he usually kept a running list of class notes. The list of suggested names, FRUITY INCLUDED, went up there.
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Baby Dragon! Calming down as the last of the pail filled up the baby dragon's tummy, the dragon started blinking sweepily and bobbing its little head. He was about to just fall over on his side, he was so sweepy.
The soft, soothing music coming from the crowd of creatures with bright eyes helped tooooooo. It was like being back in his egg, only it smelled much better and felt much cooler in the barn. And, his Daddy was here in the barn, and his Daddy would take care of him, wight?
Cuddling up next to his dad's legs, the dwagon let out a happy rumble and blinked its bright little eyes, blinking along to the Twinkle Twinkle tune. The length of time between blinks swowwwly grew until the dragon was soundly sleeping on Willy's feet.
Looking back down at his feet, William noticed that the baby dragon had, quite literally, fallen asleep on him. D'awwwwww. If that wasn't just the cutest thing.....! He could FEEL his anger at Aspen 'Asks-Too-Many-Questions' Odessa just melting away at the sight of his baby.
"It worked!" he whispered to the class, bending down to scoop up the baby dragon. He sat back down on his stool, which thankfully hadn't gone anywhere, and cradled it in his fireproof apron just like it was a real baby.
"The poll's up," Williamson continued whispering, "so feel free to go over to the board and mark up your vote with your wand. Or chalk. One per person, please." He had some chalk lying around his cauldron/box of supplies/junk scattered at the front near him somewhere.
Now then. "Class is dismissed, but if you'd like to come pet the baby dragon, please form an orderly line after you vote for its name. Homework will be posted on the
noticeboard later this week."
And that was that. Successful hatching, hooha!