“It's not as easy as it looks taming a dragon. And it looks damned difficult.”
⊱Professor Mirielle Dragonrose⊰
⊱Head of Slytherin House⊰
Another morning, another day of seeing their smiling faces. Or scowling, depending on how early in the morning it is. The woman known as Mirielle Dragonrose- or Professor Dragonrose to most on campus- rose from her bed rather early that morning. It was the first day of teaching her class, and they would be there at 7 o'clock sharp- it was time for her to show what she had been hired for. The Gryffindors would be the first class to see her- of course first, she would need a bath, and a good scrub-down.
Only about as big as a horse, but with six wings that nearly doubled that size, Trestica was a sight to behold. White as snow with spikes encrusted in the purest gold, the dragon stood regally in the midst of smaller animals- one of which was almost as big as she, though had hoof-ended legs as opposed to claws and talons. Mirielle approached carefully, not wanting to frighten the unicorn away. He had been a usual sight when Trestica was around, and it seemed as if he were beginning to trust the Professor more and more each day... Though apparently not enough to touch today. He galloped off into the depths of the forest once more, and Mirielle was able to take her usual striding gait towards her dragon. She lay her forehead against hers, reading her emotions before taking her towards naive students- she was calm, and didn't seem to mind that the day's actions would be more of a show than an actual lesson. Trestica's sapphire eyes followed her rider as she brought a bucket of water, a soft sponge, and a bristled brush towards her- an audible grunt followed. "Bath day already?" The thought entered Mirielle's head as a question, though she knew it was more of a complaint. With nothing more than a nod, Mirielle set to work, dipping the bristle brush into the bucket of water and setting to work on getting dirt, dust, and leaves from underneath the large scales, carefully picking thorns and other sharp objects from beneath them. "Don't worry, my love. You'll feel better, I promise. Plus, don't you want to look good for all of the new students just waiting to look at you and comment on your astounding, astonishing, amazing beauty?"
That seemed to settle the dragon down. Once finished with her task, she stepped back and admired her handiwork- Trestica's scales seemed as luminescent as ever, and the gold spikes and horns adorning her absolutely gleamed... She was heartbreakingly beautiful. "There. You're ready." Gazing at the dragon, she took note of the time that had been ticking away from the watch on her wrist- "And just in time, too. Let's get your parade saddle and headdress on... Then we can ride in to catch the first batch of students."
Where: Behind the cottage, a few hundred yards into the forest
With: Trestica the Seraphim Dragon
{[OutOnCyanide:Sorry for the delay! I will start the day, now.]}