Dylan was in a weird mood as he made his way down to the pasture. CoMC...Meh, it wasn't one of his favorite classes. Williamson had kinda ruined that one for him...but that wasn't the animals' fault. Nope, some of them were actually pretty cool...

It was just that RoRo.

Murderer.

Poor Jupiter...

The Slytherin hadn't forgotten about his lovely, gorgeous, AWESOME golden dragon. In fact, even though they'd only known each other for a short time, Dylan had loved that thing.

Anyway, new Professor...So, he was up for a retry. Of course, if she was just as bad, the Captain might have to just give up on animals altogether. Really. One could only take so many bad experiences at one thing...

As he approached the rest of his classmates, Dylan dropped his bag and settled himself on the grass. His legs were killing him and all this walking around...on top of the vigorous tryouts he'd just finish holding...Well, his body was in pain. So, relaxing. That's what was happening for the moment.

Erm...Was that the Professor playing in the dirt?