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Did a kneazle have this boy's tongue or....? Strange. He just went from being cheerful to tongue-tied. Perhaps he was bi-polar. Heh. Going from hot to cold, needing coats... totally made sense to Willy.
"Yeah, he should recognize me," Willy answered a moment of thought. "I mean, I'm raising him, right? What sort of creature wouldn't recognize his own father?" He might have done that thing again where he forgot that he wasn't actually, biologically the dragon's father...
Eh, whatever. So the kid was Joahhhhhhhm Teixieieria? Cool. "I'm gonna call you JT, kid, since I can't pronounce that," at least he was honest, "but cool name."
It might have been an even worse name than WWW.
"So are you interested in laws and regulations regarding magical creatures?" Williamson squinted at the seventh year. "Because if you do go into politics one day, you should definitely change the law regarding dragon trading. Just sayin', it's too restrictive."
...his own
father? Joćo frowned. Did it--
he really see him as his father? What about in wild nature then? Didn't they go killing each other? Or--they surely forgot all about their parents, no? Even the dogs did! Those were just a myth?
He really knew nothing about dragons, it seemed. It was just that he couldn't get himself too interested in creatures that certainly wouldn't mind eating him. And he didn't want to ask those out loud. What if those were common knowledge and the Professor just laughed at him?
Instead...
"What do they eat in wild nature when they are... babies?" Brandy was a human beverage, after all. Did they go around looking for brandy? He hoped not... Or else, he certainly would have heard such a... scandal.
...
...JT?
JT?! JAY-TEA?!
N...no. He... he couldn't accept that. He wasn't JAY-TEA! He was Joćo! How hard could it be to say
Joćo? He hadn't even tried!
"Sure, professor." The man had a
dragon that was to grow up in 2 years and would still recognise him. Better to... just accept some things to... live. Yeah. To live. At least, he didn't try to call him Jo or something.
"I'm insterested in becoming the Minister of Magic." He nodded brightly. If dragons were his love, politics and law were Joćo's.
"Well, I'll probably be minister of Brazil, but I'll keep that in mind."
And thus came the first request of his soon-to-start political life.