She hadn't meant to necessarily join them; bed should probably be on the agenda soon-ish. She needed to be alert in potions first thing the following morning. But it was an intriguing topic, and they had waved her over, so curiosity won and Sam had soon shuffled over to join the Head Boy on the rug.

"Aren't komodos kinda...big?" Sam asked after a little while. Maybe not more than a kneecap high, but certainly more than a person long. Didn't seem very miniature to her, or for that matter, practical. "...and for that matter, kinda aggressive? I mean, I'm all for a new House pet, and a baby dragon sounds awesome, but..." Something that big only gave her painful visions of smouldering books and broken furniture.

"What about mixin' the dragon DNA with a salamander instead? Better temperament, smalleh, and they can re-grow lost legs." The latter of which was pretty cool, and would maybe mean that their cells would be more amenable to taking on dragon traits? Just a thought, she hadn't actually done any reading on the subject.

A week for every second? That was some threat, and Sam looked at the Head Boy to ascertain quite how serious he was about it. "Depends on the Professor you're stuck with, so I've 'eard."