14. Horn Tongue
Charlie couldn't believe he found himself back in a classroom after graduating Hogwarts, although, on the bright side, laying on the professor's desk was a circle of blankets, a baby Romanian Longhorn napping at its epicenter.
"The dragon domestication process begins at infancy..." The professor explained. Charlie could barely contain his boredom. Well, that was obvious. "Often times, trainers will have to feed infants through regurgitation, a matter of months..." Charlie's eyes widened. Now this was a piece of news.
"Merlin, I certainly wouldn't like to be the bloke to do that," Charlie whispered to a friend sitting beside him.
"What do you think Horn Tongue's for?" Another student hissed at him. Charlie rolled his eyes.
"This bloke acts like he's the professor," Charlie muttered. His friend snickered.
"Mr. Weasley, anything you'd like to share with the class?" The professor asked.
"No sir," Charlie answered.
"Then you wouldn't mind demonstrating the regurgitation for the class, if you were listening of course."
"Just my luck," Charlie muttered.
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