Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 18 - First Impressions by Kirkmenistan
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Jet flew through the night, winging his way to his future. He had no idea what to expect. He felt his fire reaching out to something in the North-East, and he followed it. He was indescribably attracted to this place that he did not know.
The reason why Jet was feeling this pull is because any student of Durmstrang, when he or she accepts the letter, is then bound by a magical oath to attend school during the proper times. The tugging sensation was the way in the ancient times of informing pupils who lived in areas where finding out the date was a difficult thing to do. There was no set arrival date, but the first class began on August the 20th, so the student's were advised to arrive at that time.
How they made it however was up to them.
Jet arrived significantly earlier than most. The Headmaster however was waiting for him. Relying on old wards that told him about this Jetor Greichmans arrival. To his shock all he saw was a rather large Dragon, standing in the arrival area. Igor Smiled at the beast. No matter the fact that it was several hundred times larger than he was.
It was far too intelligent to be a simple beast. Its eyes… four of them to his interest, had a far too intelligent gleam to them for this to be a simple animal.
"Jetor Greichman?" He guessed
The large lizard suddenly glared at the tiny wizard before him.
Jet lowered his head to his height and looked into his eyes.
Igor Karkaroff used this opportunity to look into the eyes and the mind of the beast. Only for him to become flooded with images and smells.
The human Brain can only record visual images from the eyes at 50 FPS. So when Igor attempted to read information travelling through the dragon's mind in excess of 200 FPS from four eyes and all of the scents and sounds… the current thoughts alone were too painful for him to comprehend. Jet watched the kneeling wizard with some amusement.
Foolish wizard.
Jet shifted down to Jetor Greichman and offered the Headmaster his hand.
"Greetings Professor, I hope you are well."
Igor looked up at the Dragon only to see a young boy, with no sign of the large thing around. He again looked at the young boy, and particularly the attire he was sporting.
Hundreds of patches of dragon skin forming a full set of armour, his arms however were not as scarred or burned as seasoned dragon keepers, yet he was listed as living among the dragons… Unless he was the huge dragon he had just seen.
"Yes Headmaster, I am an Animagus, but I'm afraid you've got it quite backwards. I've been a dragon far longer than I've been a human. So that would make me a homimagus wouldn't it? An animal that can turn into a human?"
"Ah, a child of logic. You should do well in these halls."
"I do hope so." Jet demurred.
Igor looked at the child closely now. He noticed how the air around him had a habit of circling the boy, how the snow that was falling around them slowed to a halt and joined the swarm of objects peacefully floating around him.
"Make your way to the castle, you will find a room and all that you will need for the year within it's walls. However, do not expect charity from anyone. You are leaving your sheltered world and entering a school of triumph."
Jet smiled at this. "Tell me Headmaster, how sheltered is a Dragon Reserve?"
He then continued walking up to the castle, leaving a slightly pensive headmaster in his wake.
He needed a den and food quickly. The flight had taken a bit out of him.
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Jet started at the Spartan room before him. A stone bed with a thin sheet upon it lay on one side of the room. A stone slab jammed into the wall with a small boulder as a seat occupied the other wall.
No. No this would not do at all. Jet cast his mind back to Space Enlargement Charms, and how annoyingly tricky they were.
Soon a large square space was all that Jet could see. He filled most of it with rubble, and started to make a little home away from home for himself. He always liked caves, the security they offered, nestled within the earth itself, and it set him at peace.
In one section he filled it with stone and set about creating a den like his others. His Charms did not enjoy dragon fire, but they held firm. The Rune's painstakingly engraved on the Star crystal ensured this.
When he took the form of a human, he set about creating a living area out of the stones there. The single stone bed changed to a large double with a mattress of living pine boughs. The thin sheets to large warm soft animal hides. So soft that they felt like rabbit fur; which was no coincidence, as that's what they were modelled after. The desk remained the same, but he changed the boulder into a more chair-like lump, with back and arm rests; it worked somehow. Whether it was the natural flow of the rock, or the unbelievable lines of the thing… it looked good.
This was lined with the same soft furs to make it comfortable to sit at.
Lights were given by bowls set into the walls filled with oil lit on fire. The fire was magic, so while it used the oil to keep itself lit, it never actually consumed any of it. Runes powered by his presence produced the oil and the starting flame when he came within eight meters of them using his ambient magic, produced constantly by his body but not used due to his large reserves.
He topped the whole thing off with a large pool in the final section with various beautiful cave formations. He left the star crystal pulsing between a stalagmite and stalactite that kept the glowing crystal safe, but also allowed it to shine some light into this secret world that Jet had built for himself.
The final touch was carving some runes on his door that only unsealed it from the surrounding rock when he had the intention of entering or leaving the room and when he was within a few meters.
As he left the room the door a soft blue light shone around the door, leaving rough stonewalls, and a missing door along the walls. He turned around to find the kitchens only to find a much older boy in front of him.
"You took my room." He said gruffly.
"Really? Was you name on it anywhere?" Jet wondered, genuinely curious.
The older boy scowled, thinking he was joking. "Get out of there. I need to get that place fit for habitation once more. Shift your shit."
Jet's mood shifted. The human had made himself a threat, a very small one, but a threat nonetheless. "No… It's mine now."
The older boy's strike was dodged easily. Jet laughed in his face.
The older boy continued this attack for a few minutes, but when it became obvious that all he would do was strike his fists against the walls, as this had happened many times in the short fight, he gave in and made a start for his room, only to find it missing.
"What have you done to it?" He was nursing his Knuckles now. They were in quiet a lot of pain.
Jet grinned again. "I told you, it's mine." He then started to make his way to the kitchens, following the delicious smell of raw meat.
When he arrived he saw several Cupboards lining one side of the kitchen. Dominating the floor space were several cooking stations.
Cooking… How they could wish to ruin the meat by burning it?
Jet hunted through the cupboards looking for something more meaty, and less vegetable matter. There was a large amount of meat, make no mistake, but Jet was looking for something that he wanted, he needed to eat now; liver and red meat, and a lot of it.
The liver was the carnivore's method of survival. It contained all of the needed but difficult to attain minerals and vitamins that a carnivore needed to survive. Unfortunately to humans, it was considered waste and was often thrown away.
Jet piled himself up a large plate of the 'waste' meat and started to eat. Though he wished to simply gorge himself until he could eat no more, he needed to take care of the image he was trying to cultivate, no matter how poorly at this moment in time.
The Large raw liver and entire leg of lamb sat before him on the plate.
One of the goblin knifes was used to carve the meat. It was by far the sharpest. This fact proven when he started shaving the bone on accident when he was attempting to remove the meat from it.
Soon Jet was eating small bite-sized chunks of meat.
And it was delicious.
The kitchen was starting to fill a bit now. A few other people were cooking their favourite dishes at the other stations. Most looked at Jet quite strangely. The half savage child with clothes made of tattered sewn together bits of hide eating raw meat.
Also the fact that they couldn't help but feel the power rolling of his tiny form raised suspicions.
Once his hunger was sated Jet headed back to his den. At the door the older student was still focused on the door. At his side was another professor, eyeing the door - or rather a lack of one - with an appreciative eye. Soon the older student caught sight of Jet.
"There he is Professor, this is the little first year who took my room." He declared.
The Professor regarded the older student with a bored expression. "Again, if it was yours why wasn't it labelled as such?"
The Professor's gaze shifted, both in person and emotion, as he now eyed the feisty young first year appreciatively. "You sealed this room?"
"Yes Professor..."
"Professor Losua, and why didn't you move out?"
"I've already made some adjustments to the room and I didn't want to repeat my efforts. I shouldn't be blamed if this whining little brat doesn't take the initiative to find another, identical room." Jet explained.
"Why you litt-"
"Is there a problem here, Professor Losua?" A new voice said, revealing itself to be from Headmaster Kakaroff.
"No problem, Headmaster Karkaroff, just a minor student squabble." the Professor explained succinctly.
"Mr Greichman, why didn't you hand over the room?" The Headmaster wondered.
"I've already claimed it as mine." Jet returned simply.
"It's not yours you little shit, I've been here for six years and I have always had this room, now shift!" The older boy raged.
Losua was quick to reprimand him; "Petru, mind your language!"
"Mr. Petru, I will examine the room for myself, if significant changes have been made to the room then Mr. Greichman will keep it." The Headmaster offered.
Jet sighed, he walked towards the door, whose edges proceeded to glow blue, and Karkaroff entered his room. Petru was looking around his back attempting to see what the first year had done to his home.
The door ground closed behind the pair before he could see anything however. Jet clapped his hands and sent off a small pulse of magic - well, small for him. All of the torches burned brightly for a few seconds. The cavern was displayed in all its glory. Karkaroff looked around in awe at the enormous space created by this little child.
"How?" He said simply.
Jet grinned. "I have very good friends. Very smart friends."
Jet then ushered Karkaroff out of the room, leaving them both in the corridor with Petru and Professor Losua looking at Karkaroff's face for his verdict.
"The room is Mr. Greichman's." He declared.
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Jet spent the next few days before the start of term exploring the castle. It was cold and gloomy in the winter, but his draconian nature kept him warm and allowed him to see well.
Most of the classrooms were simple to find and memorise. In many of his explorations he came across Petru, however he often hid in the shadows rather than instigate a fight this early on. Perhaps later on in his tenure when he had had enough of the youngling...
Soon however, the pupils began to arrive in earnest. Hundreds of the little humans running around, panicked and lost. They reminded him of the more cowardly young of the last alpha of the Romanian clan when they were reintroduced to the cave dens. Many had started to form cliques, most looked down upon the half savage boy who ate raw meat. A few, however, liked him; in particular was a girl named Nadja. She kind of enjoyed the simple company of this Jetor Greichman or Jet as he preferred to be called. No wonder, with a name like that.
Yes he was partially savage, but only in his eating habits. He looked after himself, kept his body in good shape and was generally kind to those who returned the behaviour. His views were simple and he didn't pull any punches when you were talking to him, but she liked that from a friend. Someone who wouldn't lie through their teeth about something so insignificant as whether she looked good in a dress. God forbid she ever wear one.
Nadja was a tomboy, nothing short of it. From the short brown hair and thin lithe figure to to her brazen attitude. She and Jet fit very well in her mind as partners in adventure and crime.
Jet was highly amused by the girl. She was the total opposite of everything that he had seen so far in the female student population. She was fun to be around, and she would most certainly help while away the weeks until he could return home.
In the last few days before school began many of the older years were spreading stories of Dwarves taking over the dragon reserve in Romania. About how they were creating armies of dragons to take over the world.
This was met with ludicrous laughs from Jet and Nadja She because the idea of dwarves was ridiculous, Jet because he knew that the dwarves didn't need dragon's to take over the world, they were perfectly capable of doing it themselves. They would probably take offence to help from the dragons.
The last night before School two things happened. Timetables were distributed listing class names and room numbers… no further directions were given. The other was that Jet's door was beset upon by Petru and his friends. Jet slept within in his dragon form just in case his wards were broken; unlikely, but possible. He had one eye watching the runes on the door glow brighter and brighter as they used more and more energy to withhold the spells being launched at the door.
He also heard yelling outside as many of the spells reflected back at their senders, incapacitating many of those who attacked. Jet settled down awaiting the morning… and whatever his first proper day at this school gave him.
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