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Govoni · 05-15-2012, 05:20 AM

SPOILER!!: Professor, Vicky, Baby Dragon / I HATE WORK FOR KEEPING ME AWAY

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Originally Posted by 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."

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

SPOILER!!: MAH BABAY

Despite the fact that he'd just asked a question, Williamson momentarily became distracted by the hatching egg, much like the rest of the attendees to the dragon-hatching party. He looked up only briefly to smile at Cece (thank MERLIN she was there) before he squatted down near the egg and whispered a pep talk to it.

Had one been able to overhear the dragon whisperer, one might have heard him coaching it along, with sentiments like, "Come on, little guy! Or girl! You can do it! Just a few more cracks and you'll be out of there! Go baby go! Daddy's here to catch you! C'mon!"

But he was ~~thankfully~~ whispering quietly enough that NO ONE could dare hear him nor ~~make fun of him for~~ his whispers.

He did look up from the egg!hatching, however briefly, when he was reminded that students were answering his question still. Oh yeah. Most of them were close by guessing Romanian Longhorn ~~although some apparently thought Romania was in Norway??~~ but none were on the money until one Gryffindor spoke up.

"Yes!" Williamson almost shouted, pointing at the girl and grinning hugely. "YES. This IS a hybrid dragon, and you all are MOST fortunate for being allowed to witness the birth of such a rare baby.

"As far as I know, and as far as my colleagues in Romania agree, this baby should be a crossbreed between the Swedish Short-Snout and the Romanian Longhorn." He looked at Cece for some reason, probably because she was from Sweden ~~and because he knew this baby was going to grow up to be particularly dangerous~~.

He was about to say more when a piece of shell flew off the egg and landed close to the kids. Time for gloves and shields!

Slipping his longgggg gloves on up to his elbows, William flexed his fingers and nodded to the giant Slytherin near the front. "Yes. That would be excellent, Mr....Er...." New Guy. "Please do. Just be warned, I'm going to throw up a shield to protect you all from any fragments caused by the hatching, so there might be a glare on your photos." But whatever. They'd still look cool.

And with that being said, Williamson stood up and cast a large, protective shield over the assembled students and professors. He nodded toward the staff at the back, mouthing, "Help me maintain this?" and then went back down to crouching by the baby dragon.

Just a litttttttle bit further, baby, come on out and plaaaay!

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Originally Posted by The1HBIC

Cece stood there at the back of the class with her wand in her hand just watching what was going on. William may have put up a shield but that didn't mean it was going to hold some careless student back. At this point she was more worried about them hurting the little dragon than she was about it hurting them.

Merlin help the child that tried to break through the shield. Not only would they have her to deal with they would most likely feel the wrath of Professor Williamson too.

Seeing the little 'Claw move closer to her, she knew this was one she wouldn't have to worry about getting to close to the action up front. "You don't need to be scared. Professor Williamson isn't going to let anything happen to you." If he was he wouldn't have put up a shied, or asked extra professors to be here.

Seeing that the dragon had finally made its way out of the shell Cece put her arm around the little girl, you know just to make her feel a little safer.

Who says the ~~Evil~~ healer can't be nice?

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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.

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

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.

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?"

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Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

The baby dragon happily slurped from the bottle his daddy gave him. He had not noticed neither the many, many pairs of eyes on him nor the flashing lights because he was so hungwee. Busting out of an egg was much, much harder than it looked.

Finishing off one bottle after another, the baby dragon took a breather and let out a happy baby sigh of approval, settling back onto his hind legs. He was getting sweepy now. "Yeeeeeowww!" he squeaked, flapping his tiny wings and then folding them up nicely. He bumped his little nose into Daddy's hand and snorted, tiny curls of smoke leaking out of his nostrils.

Sweepy time? He blinked around at the big barn, trying to find a place to cuddle up for a nap, and just then noticed the people watching him.

"EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKK!" the dragon let out another squawk, this one sounding a little more terrified. He blinked up at his Daddy and started backing up, not liking all the people eying him. And what were those flashes? So many lights! "EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKK!!!!"

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

SPOILER!!: responses! :)

Nodding somewhat at all of the answers, William finished feeding the baby most of the pail of mixture and watched as the dragon started to get full and sleepy. About time! It was going on one a.m. here!

"There, there now, Baby, shhhhhhhshhh," Willy started to calm the baby, reaching out with his hand to stroke its little head. He cleared his throat and LOOKed at the class, hoping they would take a hint and be quiet for a little while longer, at least until the dragon fell asleep.

Then he responded to their answers more quietly. "Your guess is as good as mine. I think this fella will grow up to have characteristics of both parents, depending on recessive genes and such; unfortunately I can't tell you which parent was which breed, as both are either dead or disappeared."

He gave a shrug and filled up the baby's bottle with the remainder of the chicken blood/brandy mixture, holding it out to the poor, orphan baby dragon.

"You're probably the closest," he nodded toward one Ravenclaw in particular. "I would guess that this guy breathes pretty deadly fire as well. You can see that he has green scales for now, right? Those could change as it ages." The dragon was now back to suckling on the bottle and was hopefully no longer distracted by the class, though Willy could see that it WAS still eying the children in the front row.

"Let's all settle down for now though, all right? I'll let you pet the baby when he starts to fall asleep. It might help if you guys sang a little nursery rhyme...or at least hummed one...."

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Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

Text Cut: Singing?

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.

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

SPOILER!!: Papa!Prof & Baby!Dragon

Vickers paused long enough to scribble his notes down on the parchment. Indeed thats whats exciting about having a hybrid creature-- one would never know quite how they'll turn out until they're fully grown, and even then it could still constantly change, swapping out characteristics of either parent till the end of its days. As he took another shot of the baby dragon he caught the Professor looking at him. He didnt seem displeased, so maybe taking photos was ok.

But the newborn started to cry and Vickers had to stop. He could sense it was being bothered by the camera flashes. He realized that the class was now humming it a lullaby. Twinkle Little Stars.... its been a long time since he's ever sang it and vaguely too-- he just wasnt quite as on top on Muggle children's tales and songs it seems. He hummed anyway though, bits of notes here and there.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"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...

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.

"Added and added," Williamson nodded to the next two suggestions.

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.

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!

SPOILER!!: My catch-up post

Blinking a few times, Dylan started stuffing things back in his bag. The class had been...exciting and eventful. He'd say that much about it.

Hearing the offer to pet the Dragon before leaving, he moved a bit closer, eying the little creature. When close to the Professor, the baby didn't seem at all agitated or frustrated. Just like human babies...Just not as whiny or irritating.

Reaching out a hand, he petted the things scaly surface rather quickly before proceeding to back away. He didn't want that thing, no matter how cute he was, to burn his face...or anything else.

"Erm. Good lesson, Professor." He offered, before quickly turning to make his way back towards the castle.

05-15-2012, 05:20 AM	#273 (permalink)
Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,589 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese SPOILER!!: Professor, Vicky, Baby Dragon / I HATE WORK FOR KEEPING ME AWAY Quote: Originally Posted by 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." Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl SPOILER!!: MAH BABAY Despite the fact that he'd just asked a question, Williamson momentarily became distracted by the hatching egg, much like the rest of the attendees to the dragon-hatching party. He looked up only briefly to smile at Cece (thank MERLIN she was there) before he squatted down near the egg and whispered a pep talk to it. Had one been able to overhear the dragon whisperer, one might have heard him coaching it along, with sentiments like, "Come on, little guy! Or girl! You can do it! Just a few more cracks and you'll be out of there! Go baby go! Daddy's here to catch you! C'mon!" But he was ~~thankfully~~ whispering quietly enough that NO ONE could dare hear him nor ~~make fun of him for~~ his whispers. He did look up from the egg!hatching, however briefly, when he was reminded that students were answering his question still. Oh yeah. Most of them were close by guessing Romanian Longhorn ~~although some apparently thought Romania was in Norway??~~ but none were on the money until one Gryffindor spoke up. "Yes!" Williamson almost shouted, pointing at the girl and grinning hugely. "YES. This IS a hybrid dragon, and you all are MOST fortunate for being allowed to witness the birth of such a rare baby. "As far as I know, and as far as my colleagues in Romania agree, this baby should be a crossbreed between the Swedish Short-Snout and the Romanian Longhorn." He looked at Cece for some reason, probably because she was from Sweden ~~and because he knew this baby was going to grow up to be particularly dangerous~~. He was about to say more when a piece of shell flew off the egg and landed close to the kids. Time for gloves and shields! Slipping his longgggg gloves on up to his elbows, William flexed his fingers and nodded to the giant Slytherin near the front. "Yes. That would be excellent, Mr....Er...." New Guy. "Please do. Just be warned, I'm going to throw up a shield to protect you all from any fragments caused by the hatching, so there might be a glare on your photos." But whatever. They'd still look cool. And with that being said, Williamson stood up and cast a large, protective shield over the assembled students and professors. He nodded toward the staff at the back, mouthing, "Help me maintain this?" and then went back down to crouching by the baby dragon. Just a litttttttle bit further, baby, come on out and plaaaay! Quote: Originally Posted by The1HBIC Cece stood there at the back of the class with her wand in her hand just watching what was going on. William may have put up a shield but that didn't mean it was going to hold some careless student back. At this point she was more worried about them hurting the little dragon than she was about it hurting them. Merlin help the child that tried to break through the shield. Not only would they have her to deal with they would most likely feel the wrath of Professor Williamson too. Seeing the little 'Claw move closer to her, she knew this was one she wouldn't have to worry about getting to close to the action up front. "You don't need to be scared. Professor Williamson isn't going to let anything happen to you." If he was he wouldn't have put up a shied, or asked extra professors to be here. Seeing that the dragon had finally made its way out of the shell Cece put her arm around the little girl, you know just to make her feel a little safer. Who says the ~~Evil~~ healer can't be nice? 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. Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen 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. 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?" Quote: Originally Posted by Baby Dragon! The baby dragon happily slurped from the bottle his daddy gave him. He had not noticed neither the many, many pairs of eyes on him nor the flashing lights because he was so hungwee. Busting out of an egg was much, much harder than it looked. Finishing off one bottle after another, the baby dragon took a breather and let out a happy baby sigh of approval, settling back onto his hind legs. He was getting sweepy now. "Yeeeeeowww!" he squeaked, flapping his tiny wings and then folding them up nicely. He bumped his little nose into Daddy's hand and snorted, tiny curls of smoke leaking out of his nostrils. Sweepy time? He blinked around at the big barn, trying to find a place to cuddle up for a nap, and just then noticed the people watching him. "EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKK!" the dragon let out another squawk, this one sounding a little more terrified. He blinked up at his Daddy and started backing up, not liking all the people eying him. And what were those flashes? So many lights! "EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKK!!!!" Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl SPOILER!!: responses! :) "It could, it could," William agreed. "Right now he just has little stubs, but who knows? Maybe one day..." "He looks like he'll be able to fly just fine from what I can tell..." The dragon had already flapped his wings several times. "But you're right, he looks like a muscly little man." Er, dragon. "That's right, green scales and a brilliant blue flame." Willy nodded at the little Claw. "And thanks for the name suggestions!" He was gonna... project those on the wall later. Yep. Hmm. "I like that name suggestion," he nodded to G. "And yeah, we'll see how his horns turn out." Or horN. "Good guess!" Though right now, his baby had Romaniany scales. "I like that name too," Williamson mentioned softly, refilling his baby's bottle yet again. "And I'm definitely expecting some hot fire from this one too!" Merlin's beard, was this a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw genius talking??! "Er, yes? Your guess is as good as mine," he mused. "I'm sure he will be able to fly though." And yep, he was green in color. Healthy wittle gween baby! Jeffrey. Heh. William chuckled at that suggestion. "I think he'll have long horns too. Look, he already has little stubs growing!" Well, they probably couldn't see it from there, but they would later. "I think he'll be medium or on the small side, yep! Great guesses! I'm expecting super hot blue fire from him too!" "He'll definitely have at least ONE horn AND the ability to produce fire." As all dragons did. "Excellent reasoning," William nodded. Great answer there. "Yes, it definitely could. Unfortunately, we don't know much more about the parents other than what breed they were.... but yeah, good guesses!" "Yep, I agree! Great guess!" Williamson smiled at the Slytherin. "Mhmm," Wily nodded in agreement. Oh no, more pictures. Willy swallowed his anxiety but shrugged. "I uh, I think he'll have to stay in the forest while he grows...er.... but one day, he'll probably want to fly home." To Portugal. Or Sweden. Or Romania. Sniffle. But not today, no, not today. Gary. Gary Rush. Right. William would do his best to remember that one. "Thanks for taking pictures," he mentioned quietly. "Be sure to send me a copy." Or ten. He nodded at the boy's good guess too. "Actually I think it will have a long snout, as per its name," he hinted with a wink. "But yep, you've got the green skin part right." "Does this dragon have silvery-blue scales though?" William countered the Ravenclaw. "Nice guess though." He HOPED it would have pretty gold horns. "Yeah that's my guess," he nodded toward the youngun Claw. Williamson let out a short laugh at that guess. "Monster is such a harsh word, kid... but yeah he's a fire breathing baby all right." "I agree entirely!" he beamed at the Gryffindor, totally unaware of how the boy thought he was craycray. "Blaze... nice name! And good guess!" "Twenty to forty feet, right! Excellent!" "Romero is nice," Williamson put that one into his memory bank, smiling at her guess. Of course he had wings, yes yes. "Yep! Probably!" William wanted some of this guy's photos too. Did these kids all work for the yearbook or something? Or did they just happen to have cameras on them at all times? "Yes, like most animals, you can tell a dragon's gender almost immediately upon birth so long as you are familiar with dragons." Rubeus Hagrid, for one, hadn't been familiar with dragons beyond the textbook. "And your guesses sound about right to me!" He didn't like the Chrystowhatever name, but he did nod at the suggestions anyway. Thawhat? William blinked at Oakey. Was something wrong with the boy's tongue? "Thanks for the guesses and suggestion, Ella!" See, he knew her name! "I think this will be a powerful little guy too," Williamson agreed with Alyssa. "Rrrrrico!" he repeated Issy. "Yeah, nice one, Isa-- er, Professor Magnus!" "Excellent guess! He SHOULD have those features!" What was with this girl, clinging to Cece's robes? He eyed the child but nodded to her guesses. WHUTEVER. Nodding somewhat at all of the answers, William finished feeding the baby most of the pail of mixture and watched as the dragon started to get full and sleepy. About time! It was going on one a.m. here! "There, there now, Baby, shhhhhhhshhh," Willy started to calm the baby, reaching out with his hand to stroke its little head. He cleared his throat and LOOKed at the class, hoping they would take a hint and be quiet for a little while longer, at least until the dragon fell asleep. Then he responded to their answers more quietly. "Your guess is as good as mine. I think this fella will grow up to have characteristics of both parents, depending on recessive genes and such; unfortunately I can't tell you which parent was which breed, as both are either dead or disappeared." He gave a shrug and filled up the baby's bottle with the remainder of the chicken blood/brandy mixture, holding it out to the poor, orphan baby dragon. "You're probably the closest," he nodded toward one Ravenclaw in particular. "I would guess that this guy breathes pretty deadly fire as well. You can see that he has green scales for now, right? Those could change as it ages." The dragon was now back to suckling on the bottle and was hopefully no longer distracted by the class, though Willy could see that it WAS still eying the children in the front row. "Let's all settle down for now though, all right? I'll let you pet the baby when he starts to fall asleep. It might help if you guys sang a little nursery rhyme...or at least hummed one...." Quote: Originally Posted by Baby Dragon! Text Cut: Singing? 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. Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen SPOILER!!: Papa!Prof & Baby!Dragon Vickers paused long enough to scribble his notes down on the parchment. Indeed thats whats exciting about having a hybrid creature-- one would never know quite how they'll turn out until they're fully grown, and even then it could still constantly change, swapping out characteristics of either parent till the end of its days. As he took another shot of the baby dragon he caught the Professor looking at him. He didnt seem displeased, so maybe taking photos was ok. But the newborn started to cry and Vickers had to stop. He could sense it was being bothered by the camera flashes. He realized that the class was now humming it a lullaby. Twinkle Little Stars.... its been a long time since he's ever sang it and vaguely too-- he just wasnt quite as on top on Muggle children's tales and songs it seems. He hummed anyway though, bits of notes here and there. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl "Drakon?" Willy repeated, shrugging a bit. All right, if the kid said so... "I'll add it to the list." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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... 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. "Added and added," Williamson nodded to the next two suggestions. 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. 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! SPOILER!!: My catch-up post Dylan COULD NOT believe anything he was seeing... Not one bit of it. So, the dragon...YES, it had been confirmed to be a DRAGON, was making that egg bounce around...and at any moment, was going to bust out and possibly scorch them all with his FLAMES OF RAGE. Dylan knew that if he'd been cramped up in a tiny shell for however long, he'd have been quite upset himself. So, there was no blaming the baby for that. And then there were cracks...and more cracks, someone was screaming...Bloody he-...Who WAS that screaming? Looking around a bit, Dylan spotted Bee as the source...and ROLLED his eyes. Seriously? What was it with girls, anyway? Then the shell was busting open and the Slytherin had to admit, he was a little worried. Perhaps the Dragon, being so young, wouldn't know better and would go on a rampage, roasting them all. IT COULD HAPPEN! Even if they were all wearing fire-proof stuffs...Their faces were still exposed! And Dylan cared far more about his face than he did other parts of his body, if he were being honest. O.O He was a little thing...A tad bigger than the Slytherin thought he'd be...but yea. Eying the little baby with ~~fascination~~ curiosity, Dylan moved closer. Like he'd said earlier, he'd never had the privilege of seeing one in person. So, this was new for him. New...and a little exciting. But just a little... Names? They were throwing out options. Apparently, WWW hadn't premeditated one. Some of the suggestions were good...Like blaze...and that slightly longer one that Vicky had thrown out...but some were just stupid. Like fruity?! Yes, it was OBVIOUSLY a girl suggestion... Honestly...naming a dragon something like that... Wha...What? Class was over already? Blinking a few times, Dylan started stuffing things back in his bag. The class had been...exciting and eventful. He'd say that much about it. Hearing the offer to pet the Dragon before leaving, he moved a bit closer, eying the little creature. When close to the Professor, the baby didn't seem at all agitated or frustrated. Just like human babies...Just not as whiny or irritating. Reaching out a hand, he petted the things scaly surface rather quickly before proceeding to back away. He didn't want that thing, no matter how cute he was, to burn his face...or anything else. "Erm. Good lesson, Professor." He offered, before quickly turning to make his way back towards the castle.