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diversified2014-06-13 01:23 am
implike) wrote in diversified2014-06-13 01:23 am
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In the one life that we've got [closed]
WHO Eli Delacroix(implike), Shannon Vaughn (privatematter).
WHAT Care of Magical Creatures apparently involves dragons. Or an animagus professor being a troll and messing with his students. Thirteen year old Eli knows better than to fall for that.
WHEN Modern-ish setting? Eli's third year at school.
WHERE Salem Witches Institute, a courtyard.
For the first time in his time at school, Eli was not running late to a class that wasn't Transfiguration. He wasn't the first to make it to the courtyard where class was being held, but he was far from the last. Every since he was a child, he loved to read about all sorts of different creatures and a class just about the magical ones was definitely right up his alley, especially if he got to interact with them first hand.
He wasn't expected the whispers and panicked looks on some of his classmates' faces when he arrived. His small size meant that the crowd of students was a wall to him and forced him to weave around legs and bodies so that he could get a closer look to see what had gotten them all worked up. He was expecting something surprising, but he didn't expect to see a dragon laying in the courtyard with the professor nowhere to be found.
Why is there a dragon here? Aren't they supposed to be dangerous? This is so cool! Did the dragon eat the professor? Where is he at? Questions fluttered in the air as Eli frowned at the dragon, feeling that something was off about it. He knew that it wasn't a dragon and when it finally clicked, he couldn't help but smile widely. It was so obvious and nobody else could tell.
"It's not a dragon, everyone," Eli said loudly, his childish voice carrying an air of duh as he said it and walked out towards where the not-dragon lay. There was some shock and one of the other kids tried to reach out to stop him but he avoided it deftly in a way that only a small person could do so effectively. Getting close to the dragon, he looked straight at it without any fear and spoke. "Hello, Professor. Are we learning about dragons today?"
implike), Shannon Vaughn (privatematter).WHAT Care of Magical Creatures apparently involves dragons. Or an animagus professor being a troll and messing with his students. Thirteen year old Eli knows better than to fall for that.
WHEN Modern-ish setting? Eli's third year at school.
WHERE Salem Witches Institute, a courtyard.
For the first time in his time at school, Eli was not running late to a class that wasn't Transfiguration. He wasn't the first to make it to the courtyard where class was being held, but he was far from the last. Every since he was a child, he loved to read about all sorts of different creatures and a class just about the magical ones was definitely right up his alley, especially if he got to interact with them first hand.
He wasn't expected the whispers and panicked looks on some of his classmates' faces when he arrived. His small size meant that the crowd of students was a wall to him and forced him to weave around legs and bodies so that he could get a closer look to see what had gotten them all worked up. He was expecting something surprising, but he didn't expect to see a dragon laying in the courtyard with the professor nowhere to be found.
Why is there a dragon here? Aren't they supposed to be dangerous? This is so cool! Did the dragon eat the professor? Where is he at? Questions fluttered in the air as Eli frowned at the dragon, feeling that something was off about it. He knew that it wasn't a dragon and when it finally clicked, he couldn't help but smile widely. It was so obvious and nobody else could tell.
"It's not a dragon, everyone," Eli said loudly, his childish voice carrying an air of duh as he said it and walked out towards where the not-dragon lay. There was some shock and one of the other kids tried to reach out to stop him but he avoided it deftly in a way that only a small person could do so effectively. Getting close to the dragon, he looked straight at it without any fear and spoke. "Hello, Professor. Are we learning about dragons today?"
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"Hello everyone," he said easily, clasping his hands together and giving his class the once-over. Dragon senses were amazing and told him so many things he would never be able to figure out on his own, but having his regular human senses told him even more that he wouldn't want to give up in exchange. "My name is Shannon Vaughn and, as some of the more astute of you figured, I'm your professor for Care of Magical Creatures this year. Hopefully for many years to come, as well. You can call me mister, professor, sir, whatever you want. Let's just be polite about it, all right?"
He pointed out into the crowd, knowing there were students there without actually caring whom he was picking. "You, could you step to the tree over there and retrieve the basket I left? Thanks."