Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Dead ferrets?

Kurumi was suddenly reminded of hippogriffs and it brought a small smile to her face. That had been another fun lesson, because it had been hands on. Sort of like this one. The more hands on experience Kurumi was able to get with creatures during a lesson the better really. Although, Kurumi was sort of curious as to why they had feed him a liquid mixture of chicken blood and whiskey and were now feeding him solids. Kurumi had assumed that the liquid food at the beginning of the lesson meant that Roro wasn't quite ready for solid food, but she had assumed wrong. Pleasant surprises all around!

"Professor," Kurumi asked as she picked up a bucket. See, she knew that there was no reason to have picked up a bottle, which is why she hadn't. "How old do dragons need to be before they can begin to ingest solid food?"

If there had been any doubts about solid foods and Roro before, those were gone now. Aaaaw, just look at the way he tore through that ferret! How endearing!

Bucket in hand, Kurumi collected enough baby oil into it and her arms shook a little at the weight of it as she began to slowly pour it over Roro's scaly body. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had seemed to work during his hatching, so it was this tune that Kurumi began to hum as she proceeded to do the task she had volunteered for. Kurumi poured the baby oil over his right flank, starting at his hinds legs and slowly working her way up to his shoulder until her bucket was empty. "Professor, do we need to put some on his head?" she asked, singing the words softly in tune to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as she did.

Originally Posted by Leeness

Eiljah looked down at the bucket of baby oil he was holding (because it was a bucket he had been holding all along right? Because how on EARTH would he have gotten a bottle of the stuff, right?) and was already beginning to regret his decision of volunteering. A little bit of this stuff on your skin did wonders, but he couldn't imagine being splashed by a whole buttload of it would have the same effect.

He watched his Bro coerce the dragon slowly into the tub with the aid of some dead ferrets. Poor ferrets. He wondered if they knew their demise was for the sake of this UGLY creature getting a wash. Even if they did manage to successfully wash him, wasn't he just likely to get himself muddy again within seconds?!

Once Roro was in the tub, Elijah slooooowwwwlllyyy edged forward, bucket of oil at the ready to pour over the baby dragon. As he made his way toward the tub, he listened to his Bro giving tips such as humming when they dumped the oil on him? Elijah knew he had the perfect lips to hum from, but he wasn't about to start doing that when he had to avoid getting splashed as much as possible.

They were also to dump the oil slowly onto the dragon giving the little snot PLENTY of opportunity to get splash happy. Perhaps he could just levitate the bucket over? That would save him from having to get anywhere near the beast and would ensure he didn't get splashed AT ALL.

Perfect. (But not as perfect as his face).

"Wingardium Leviosa," the bucket removed itself from the ground slowly, and Elijah gradually directed it closer and closer to the tub, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration. As he got nearer the tub, he rotated his wand, taking his time so as not to drop ALL of the oil onto the little pest and end up drowning it or something. That was ALL he needed to get back in his Bro's good books.

However, the weight of the oil in his bucket must have unbalanced it and all of a sudden he wasn't in control of it any longer. The bucket fell from the air and, thankfully, fell on the grass OUTSIDE the tub. Oil splattered everywhere and some even went on the dragon. Well at least he had managed to somewhat complete the task...

He looked over at Williamson to see, on a scale of 1 to ogre, how angry he was at him. Elijah made sure to flash him his best smile to help soften the blow, mouthing sorry before hand.