05-19-2012, 01:18 AM
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Banshee
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | Thanks for a great class, everyone! ^_^ Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB SPOILER!!: Yourenodaisy Quote:
Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy Ahh, so it was like dogs breeding, but did that make it a mutt? Kaiden beamed at the points, even if they were for that horrible Hufflepuff. But the next thing the professor said confused him yet again. "Um, professor." He said raising his hand. "Why is it a Portuguese Long-Snout? Did they breed it in Portugal?" Because Romania and Sweden are kinda far from portugal right?"And, well, I would imagine the baby would have aspects of both parents. Like, horns, and be in between the size of the two dragons."
Ohh, All that singing wasn't just making the baby sleepy. Kaiden was actually was about to fall asleep from the singing too. Well, the singing, and it was really late too. And something about the fire shining in his eyes made him think about about the sleepy times at home around the fire at christmas.
Kaiden was roused from his stupor when the others around him began getting up. Had Williamson said something about petting the baby? he must have since all the other students were making their way up there. On his way to the line, he stopped infront of the board and studied the names for a moment before casting his vote by drawing a mark with the chalk. When he finally got the the front of the line, he carefully petted the dragon, trying his best to not wake it. "Thanks for the amazing lesson." He whispered to the man holding the little dragon, before heading out of the barn. It was time for him to get some sleep now.
William cleared his throat to answer the question of one of the last kids left petting the dragon.
"Yes, actually, every so often, the seasonal migration paths of Romanian Longhorns and Swedish Short-Snouts have a tendency to cross over in the mountains of Gerês, Portugal, and that is where these dragons are conceived." Well this was awkward. "It's fairly rare to find one of each breed in this location at the same time, however, so that would explain why they are so rare."
He smiled and nodded at the boy's whisper, and at the whispers of a few others, before going to put the dragon away in his makeshift cradle stall at the back of the barn.
Willy finished cleaning up the barn after the refreshments and such and put away his hatching things, including the shell (which he had to save and document and package up for the reserve in Romania). Then it was lights out and he looked in the baby dragon, Roro, one last time.
Sleep tight, baby!
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