Fight fire with fire {Pyro 101, Open}

Not his cup of tea, one would say. Why? Well, first off, he was the Master Breeder Professor. He took care if eggs, bred the dragon, cleaned up after them, fed them, fitted them, measured them. Basically, a breeder did everything under the sun that involved the care if a dragon. That required extensive knowledge into who a dragon was, what did they like? What about the species? After all, every dragon had its secretes.
His job was training kids how to properly care for them. Not how to set things on fire. He couldn't have his way though. The last pyro teacher... well... bless his soul. May the gods have pity on him for pissing Mirun off. A Monstrous Nightmare could start wonderful fires. Hehe.

He leaned back against the tree at the training grounds specialized for fire. There were targets, a few things to burn, and of course, Lucy. His very own Terrible Terror that he started with. He rubbed his head gently, the Terror purring in his lap. Mozart the Nightmare was there too. Just to make sure the Terrors knew their place. Queen the Whispering Death was gone that day, burrowing underground or something, and Mirun's Stinger pack was... doing... whatever they did. Again, he bred them. Not track them even though he loved hunting.

Class should be starting soon, right? He opened an eye and gave a deep sigh. Of course no one was here yet. Where as everyone? It was hot and he wanted to sleep. If someone didn't show up soon, her was out of there.