Ribunny wrote what was on the board in her quick and messy writing that only she could understand.  On the side of the paper she started a drawing, like she always did.  It kind of looked like a demented squirrel with rabies.

((*Looks through school notebook*  You know, I don't think I've draw a demented squirrel with rabies in there yet.  o3o))

((Fail much full? -_- You could have said something about what he was thinking about, or if he was impatient for clas.s to end or something?))

"Five uncommon types are easy to remember: Fire, Earth, Water, Air and Psychic. Like the previous, they all have several sub species, and there are plenty more of the uncommon breeds. The rare breeds are difficult to remember: Bringers, Raisers and Singers. And lastly the Wraith, if any of you forget that one, I will be thouroughly surprised." Professor Sharp laughed slightly. "Alright clas.s, study those, clas.s dismissed early today, have a great week-end!"

Kevia was off without hesitation, slamming her notebook shut and racing outside. She frowned. Mars finally decided to show up, and guess what was in her mouth? The horse that had brought Kevia to the clas.s on time. She rolled her eyes, and wondered if having a dragon at all would be worth it. Then she saw Lady Lucie, sitting patiently in wait for her master. Dragons had potential to be worth it, she supposed.

Ribunny blinked.  That was a fast clas.s.  She scribbled down the notes and put a few finishing touches on the rabid squirrel and closed her notebook.  "Come on Wicked."  She prodded the Dragine who had fallen asleep, "The clas.s ended early today."  She smiled as the Dragine groaned out of annoyance as she followed her out of the clas.sroom.

Wicked hissed at the guard Psygir again as she walked past.  She wanted to keep a ritual.  She was a little angry that she wasn't counted as a dragon species.  I should have my own group!  The awesomes.  That's what I'll be, and everyone will have to study me.  She smirked at her thoughts.

Mars swallowed the last of the horse and called jovially out to Lady Lucie, somewhat mockingly as she rolled onto her back, flattening the surrounding gras.s. 

"I think that she's having a stage in her growth. She's not an old dragon, to be honest," Kevia grumbled, kicking Mars in the side. The dragon didn't seem to notice, but it made Kevia feel better. "Lady Lucie is so well behaved, it's funny next to Mars." Kevia thought for a moment. "Would you mind taking me to Professor Winter's office? I don't want to be late for his clas.s by taking this beast," she said, gesturing to Mars. 

((Neither, she's taking the private apprenticeship thingy with Winter, remember? I thought Sam was too, but he seemed to be a bit ignored throughout the conversation...))

"The thing is, I left her in the barn before coming to clas.s, yet here she is...." Kevia said, glaring at her useless dragon. "Thanks Sam," she said with a smile, getting onto Lady Lucie's back carefully. 

Professor Winter looked up from the microscope he was looking into.  He smiled when he saw Kevia, "Ah, you are here!"  He walked to the students.  "You're a bit early, did clas.s end sooner then usual?  Ah, nevermind that, this means I'll have more time to teach you."

Scorpio lifted his head from the huge dog bed on the ground.  His tail did a wagging motion as he recognized Kevia's voice and sent.  As he stood up he made sure not to get his claws stuck in the fabric, as has happened many times before.  He trotted happily to Kevia, making the lawn mower purring sound.

((ACCIO WHATEVER!  *Flails wand*))

((*is dragged from the storage shed*

Heh heh... sorry to keep y'all waiting; Spring Fever has gotten the best of me. *hangs head in shame*

Oh, and full- Scorpio is a Bcorian, not a Psygir ;3))

"Alright Winter, what do we learn here first?" Kevia asked, settling onto a metal chair, and petting Scorpio's head affectionately. 

((*Pats*  It's fine.

o_o  I just noticed that.  OSWALD HAD MADE BE OBLIVIOUS.  *Plays on Nick Jr*  >:))

The Bcorian made the loud purring sound and watched Winter, waiting for his answer.

"Well,"  Professor Winter said, scratching his chin, "I think you both should learn about how genetic creating works."  He side-stepped to the microscope.  "You see, what happens is that I take the DNA of two creatures, and look at them under the microscope, deciding which DNA is for what.  Say I want a cat with the tail of a dog, what I would do is take the DNA of the cat and the dog, put them on to a small petri dish, mix the DNA until it is perfect and stable.  Then I put the petri dish in the special machine over there."  He pointed at the huge machine that sat on the side of the lap.  "Then using special technology that my old.. as.sistant.."  He grumbled something inaudible about Psygirs and Bcorians,  "And myself created, the machine goes to work on using special engineered cells that can morph into everything that can create the creature, and if the DNA isn't compatible enough or if it isn't stable, the machine buzzes so nothing is harmed, making it have a higher success rate out of any other machines that do this.  It then transfers the cells and DNA to those special tubes,"  He pointed to the huge tubes that lined that sides of the lab, they were full of strange green liquid, "The liquid keeps the embryo alive until everything is developed.  Usually it is released through a special compartment at the bottom, made of very soft one-way material, and we take care of the creature until it is old enough to be able to survive by themself, since they usually end up as very young babies at first.  I try not to keep them in through adult-hood, since I concider that cruel."  He crossed his arms, "It's not as hard as you think as long as you start with simple DNA at first."

((.. One day this will exist.  8D))