Maisy’s ginger braid swung across her back as she laid out the items for her upcoming class. Her Advanced students didn’t get to go outside as much as the littler students, but she still tried to make fun and engaging lesson plans. She was particularly excited about this one.
Tables full of rocks, sticks, leaves, ice cubes, bits of string, and other random materials stood at the front of the classroom. On each desk was a small cage with a different variety of miniature dragon. It was a shame she couldn’t procure real dragons, but she would need a much bigger classroom for that. And possibly a specialty, super-expensive insurance policy. Instead, she had reached out to her old colleague, Calin, to beg for some of the equipment they had used in their training so she could use it for a lecture. Calin, never able to tell her no, had over-delivered, sending two dozen dragon statuettes enchanted to mimic the temperament of the dragons they represented, complete with small puffs of simulated fire (or frost, as the case may be). Maisy had opened the box, squealed like a schoolgirl, and immediately updated her lesson plan.
Maisy waited until her students were seated before addressing them.
“Good afternoon, everyone!” she started, “Today we will be continuing our module on those great big lizards we all know and love. On your desk you will have a miniature dragon, wyvern, or wyrm. Do be careful not to light yourself or your neighbor on fire; although we have an excellent hospital wing, it is not paperwork that I want to do.”
Calin’s accompanying letter had insisted that the statuettes would behave as real dragons, only lacking the need for feeding. They would bite, they would sleep, they would become irate if they weren’t given a chance to fly. And when the term was over, Maisy simply had to use the deactivation spell to store them for future classes.
“Our task today is to first identify your dragon from your textbooks, then learn about the habitats of your dragon and build it a home with the materials up front. You may either work independently or in groups according to species. Everybody will have a large box under your seat to build your habitat in, and there are several books on my desk that will help you pick the right materials. I also expect your habitats to be properly fireproofed, as these little guys and gals will be calling them home for the rest of the semester.”
Maisy gestured to each thing as she spoke about it, eyeing the Pecaris particularly hard when speaking about not setting themselves or others ablaze. Although Billy Cobb had graduated last year, decreasing the odds of an incident, Pecaris weren’t always known for thinking things through.
“If all goes well, meaning no burns, cuts, or bruises, we will keep these figures in the classroom for the rest of term and we will interact with them more.”
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