"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!