the professor's words did little to quell Aslan's curiosity, in fact they only made her all the more so. She curled a lock of her hair around and around her finger as the professor spoke first to her and then to the other students. Unlike Professor Sokolov this new professor had less presence, and seemed less at ease. Although it was hardly the first CoMC lesson she had attended this term, it was the first time she had paid any sort of real note to...

no, she had forgotten his name. It hardly mattered anyway. "Professor." She said again, standing from her bean bag. "where's the Thestral? Are there others here now?" Aslan tilted her head up at the teacher. she moved forward but made no conscious effort to move toward the Abraxans, Granians or the Aethonan. She eyed each horse carefully, committing their differences and likenesses to memory. Aslan turned back, knelling down on her knees as she searched her bag for the battered leather sketchbook she kept just in case. The professor wanted them to get the know the creatures and get comfortable, for Aslan in this instance it meant drawing them and taking notes.

Returning to her previous spot, Aslan tugged an ink pen from behind her ear and began to sketch out an outline of first the Abraxan. It was an incredible animal, meant for strength rather than speed and yet it carried no brutish characteristics. Aurora. she reminded herself. "Do the other horses have names?" She asked. She assumed they did, but Aslan hated to leave things to assumptions. Facts were reliable.

She sketched, moving closer to the Abraxan and offering the animal her hand to sniff or prod, or lick, Whatever they did to become comfortable with a witch or wizard. "Professor you mentioned being respectable to them. Is there a certain way you're meant to approach them?" She was thinking of Hiipogriffs, they way you were meant to bow to them.

Unless he just meant being kind or something, in which case she would fail to be interested in his answer.