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StarShine · 05-31-2012, 07:32 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Coming from the Magical Creature Sanctuary, hands in the pockets of his dragon-leather jacket, Willy walked rather briskly toward the castle. He needed more brandy.......... for the dragon, of course, and he had a feeling the House Elves were sort of withholding it from him.

It was probably Toddles, the bloody troublemaker.

Thoughts absorbed by the baby dragon and baby elf, Willy found himself walking straight into what felt like a pillow. "OOF!" he muttered belatedly, realizing a second too late that he'd knocked over the pillow.

Er.... the breathing pillow? "Sorry?" Williamson blinked down at whatever he'd knocked over. Was that... was that the great marshmallow man??!

Just when João was really focused and could refrain from thinking about some certain things, there was always someone to crash into him to break all the concentration. He was ready to glare at whoever it was, only he saw that it was none other than the very professor of the dragon.

Or should he have said the father?

He really forgot about it all for a moment for the excitement of finding the man alone.

"It's okay, professor," he said and even managed a half-hearted smile. It usually wasn't okay, but the professor actually fathered a dragon and... João didn't want to think of the possible things that little thing could do to him if it wasn't okay.

"Your dragon," he got up though it was a bit of a struggle with the coats, "how is..." It? She? He? Did it really matter which gender he called it with? "How is the dragon?" Yeah, safest option was always the best.

05-31-2012, 07:32 PM	#688 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Coming from the Magical Creature Sanctuary, hands in the pockets of his dragon-leather jacket, Willy walked rather briskly toward the castle. He needed more brandy.......... for the dragon, of course, and he had a feeling the House Elves were sort of withholding it from him. It was probably Toddles, the bloody troublemaker. Thoughts absorbed by the baby dragon and baby elf, Willy found himself walking straight into what felt like a pillow. "OOF!" he muttered belatedly, realizing a second too late that he'd knocked over the pillow. Er.... the breathing pillow? "Sorry?" Williamson blinked down at whatever he'd knocked over. Was that... was that the great marshmallow man??! Just when João was really focused and could refrain from thinking about some certain things, there was always someone to crash into him to break all the concentration. He was ready to glare at whoever it was, only he saw that it was none other than the very professor of the dragon. Or should he have said the father? He really forgot about it all for a moment for the excitement of finding the man alone. "It's okay, professor," he said and even managed a half-hearted smile. It usually wasn't okay, but the professor actually fathered a dragon and... João didn't want to think of the possible things that little thing could do to him if it wasn't okay. "Your dragon," he got up though it was a bit of a struggle with the coats, "how is..." It? She? He? Did it really matter which gender he called it with? "How is the dragon?" Yeah, safest option was always the best.