She watched the young girl trying to control her...creature. Who knew both of them had so much energy to hop around like that. Just stay clear of the lake, ey?

Omygosh the whining again. The Mexicana sighed, "Fine, do what you want. Just don't come near me if something happens to you or it." Point.

"Byeee Miss Flores." She waved at the girl, slightly curious to what they were planning in their mischevious minds.
But hey, Maya had just made them alive, whatever happened wasn't her fault.

Good. Now hopefully the boy would actually follow what she had said. Keep a good eye on him next term, indeed.

"Yes, a leash." Like, for the lizard incase it went bezerk...which it looked like it was about to. "Keep it away from any...dungbombs, too. Incase it tries to eat them." Smirk.

"See you next term, Mister Lockhart." Mwahaahaaaa. Hehe.

Oh! Quick feet!
"Oh, yes ofcourse." A small smile, and Maya flickflickflicked her wand and the miniature figure began to make a buzzing noise. Hm. Nothing happened for a moment, but then it...hiccuped. A hiccup was a good sign. Or maybe not. But it did start moving its wings slowly as if trying them out. "There you go." Beware of the uncertain. "Don't let any...bird too close to it, or they might think its food." Poor birds if they did eat it. Indigestion was no fun.

A leash?

"Right!" the lad nodded, just as the Chinese Fireball came to life, blinking at him repeatedly, a low rumble coming from its depths of cloth.

"Heeeyyy there boy..." Salander greeted the dragon, smilling a little too widely. Should he pet it? What if it burned his hand off? Or worse, think it was breakfast? He conjured a rope and with his wand, looped it around its neck. Steam started puffing out of its nose and jaws as the dragon's head turned and looked at him suspiciously, feeling the leash around its neck "There there now its ok..." he started, trying to soothe the beast. He gave it a gentle stroke on its fabric-y back, relieved for once that running out of materials was actually a good thing, as the animated dragon only grew to about his height. It was a..... kid dragon? He would never know what to do with a full sized dragon thats for sure, even if it was made of cloth.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to size each other up. Ok maybe the dragon did more of the sizing up, Salander was actually trying to rack his memory on why the now living, breathing dragon looked familiar.

Of course! "You look like Falkor!" the lad chuckled, referring the old muggle movie that had a dragon that looked like a dog. Except his was red. But it was a good name, at least he thought so. And the dragon thought...... well all it did was give off more steam. At least it didnt snort a mushroom flame at him. Which was a good thing.

The dragon started to shift around, getting curious with its surroundings. It saw Evelyn hopping away with her clabbert, and started to go after her. "Whoah Falkor take it easy!" Salander held back the leash, but even being a kiddie sized dragon it had no problem dragging him along. Then the dragon suddenly stopped and whipped its head away from him, flipping Salander onto its back. "Hey whoah, you want me to ride you?" he chuckled, trying to get settled. "Good thing you got no wings. Least you wont be flying about." Oh yeah he was so smart wasnt he?

Falkor blew off steam, as if chuckling mischievously. Of course Salander would forget to remember that dragons are magical creatures, and for ones named Falkor, they can fly-- with or without wings.

With a few pounding steps, Falkor leaped up and soared into the air. That would show the dolt on his back that dragons dont need wings to fly. "Falkor NO!! Get back down!" Salander yelled. He could barely handle a broom, and he hasnt forgotten his marvelous fall off another cloth contraption from Flying classes. How the heck was he supposed to control a creature that clearly had a mind of its own?

Falkor swam through the air, completely ignoring Salander's command. He was as bullheaded as the lad who made him. A perfect match to say the least. He swooped up and down and side to side, brushing softly against students and the Professor, whipping up a gentle breeze as it went flying above their heads.

Salander hunched low on its back and looked down. He wasnt afraid of heights, but with the way Falkor was swimming through the air, the lad was starting to get a little sick. A lot of good it did commanding the creature, so how about a negotiation? "Ok Falkor... if you get me back on the ground, I promise I.... wont throw you in the wash. Deal?"

Falkor snorted a whole lot of steam in response. Did it take the deal? Maybe, but maybe it was also getting a little tired. He was a kid dragon after all. Carrying a full sized wizard on his back was taking its toll. Just wait till he grows into a full sized cloth dragon!

Falkor touched down roughly and suddenly stopped a few feet from the Professor, throwing Salander off its back. The Slytherin lad landed flat on his bum, and the dragon blew a great ball of steam onto him for good measure. Well it got him back on the ground didnt it? He was such a good dragon!

Yes, he'll be doing that. Certainly. And then he raised an eyebrow and the mention of dungbombs. So, she knew. But she didn't know that it was Simon the owner. He was only the mastermind. Nothing else.

The boy sort of struggled between holding the hyper frilled dragon and his bag, but he managed, and then he froze when she mentioned next term. Right. She was still going to be here. Sigh. Treyen shook his head, and tried to smile, "Yeah, have a nice summer, Professor" he said, as he continued to struggle and walking away with the fake!creature that only wanted to be laid on the ground.

Figuring out was it was? Well, that made sense, Vashti supposed. But still! If it got itself all damaged by rolling around, it would never be able to figure out what it was! Vashti sighed.

A leash? "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she agreed, keeping an eye on it as it rustled its tail feathers and began to figure out how to open and close them. But where was she supposed to get a leash? She didn't exactly have one on hand. Hm. She'd just have to improvise somehow. Maybe she could use a shoestring, if she made it longer and all that.

"Yes, Professor," she answered. She was definitely NOT getting that thing near fire. Not on purpose anyway. If it wandered into a fire before she could get a leash on it...

Emmy grinned as her fairy flitted towards her.
"Thanks professor! She's brilliant!" she followed the fairy as she began to explore her surroundings. "Mind you don't go too far, Fairy!Puff! Accio fairy!" she said, and Puff zoomed into her outstretched hand.
Turning back to Professor Saylen, she asked, "I f I bring her back next term, could you reanimate her?" Please say yes! she thought, in case the professor could read minds...

Totally oblivious to the look she was getting from Saylen, Melanie continued to beam up at her. She was still positively glowing from the praise she'd been given a few minutes ago. Only half listening to what the professor said, Melanie bobbed her head up and down to pretty much everything she said. It might kill them all? Nod. Act like a real manticore? Nod. Be cautious? Nod, nod, nod.

So, she'd pretty much convinced her it wasn't a good idea... right?

Wrong.

Melanie's jaw dropped as the Professor brought her manticore to life. "But- but... Professor!" Oh no! It was tapping it's paws on her hand! Well... actually, that was kinda cute... But still! "What if it-" Whatever Melanie was about to say was lost, as she squealed. Her manticore had hopped from her hand and began to amble around in the grass at the professor's feet, pressing it's head against her shoes. "Errm..." It seemed to have proved itself fairly harmless, yes? "Professor, I think he likes you... I'm going to name him Nelson." Melanie informed her, grinning as she picked the creature up off the ground.