 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Twenty-points? Amur stared and stared hard.
Yup. This was totally what her parents had gone through. Sides and all. They even had the facial expressions down right. So Amur decided she would do what she did back then. She rested against the back of the chair and folded her arms across her chest. Not. Moving. An. Inch.
Thankfully, almost everyone else seemed to have come to the same conclusion, and for those that didn't Professor Quigley cleared it up quite nicely by starting the lesson. And the topic, well, that was a deal-breaker for attention.
Amur squirmed forward in her seat as her hand went up. "Because they can fit a whole person in their mouth." Yup. Usually things that did that were illegal to have or be around, for obvious safety reasons. Still, they were really cool. "But I imagine that if we could breed a domestic line that wasn't partial to eating people, they would be pretty neat to have and more readily accepted, as a pet and a working creature." Like draft horses. "They're intelligent, strong, can make a good roast and fly!"
But how to breed a domestic line? "Muggles might have some ideas on how to pacify them. They keep smaller versions, like bearded dragons, just without the wings and fire-breathing." The cool stuff.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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