Hurry up and teach me, please! {Temp 101, Open}

These Terrors were all so badly behaved- Raphael was almost offended that they dare show such ill-trained Terrors before him before he remembered that, oh wait, they were freshmen. Had he and Rose really started at a level like that, back in the day? They'd have to work on that- though he supposed that was why they were here, to learn to tame their dragons. Right. Which only brought him back to the whole 'getting class started' thing. Which he should definitely do. And it seemed he had everyone's attention (minus the roaring Terrors), which was also a wonderful thing. He gave the new girl a smile and then nodded to Aldis, glad that at least two of his students were sane- and then Aldis, perfectly calm, hauled back her fist and punched the boy in the face. Hard. "Oh, hey, ah-" and then she was kicking the boy in the ribs, which was maybe somewhat justified but nonetheless still not okay- and the kid was whimpering and whining and his Terrors were not being of any help whatsoever and he somehow found the nerve in him to step forward and clamp a hand down on Aldis' shoulder and speak to her in a voice that somehow miraculously was not a pathetic squeak. "If everyone c-could jusst calm down, I think business is well-enough t-t-taken care of." He frowned at her Terror, tapping the dragon on the head lightly in his disapproval, and turned to stare down the boy on the ground. "What'sss your name? I'm willing to forgive everyone involved and f-forget the whole thing, b-but I expect actual work in the f-future, yesss?" He didn't like being mean. Well, he wasn't really being mean, quietly disapproving was probably the most intense thing that could be said about him, but that was alright. He didn't raise his voice, he never raised his voice, but hopefully at least some of his seriousness would get through. Maybe. Possibly.

It only occurred to him after that his hand had been on Aldis the entire time- probably a tad too long for what was appropriate. He jerked it away and shoved it into his pocket, hoping the slight red tint to his cheeks was taken as anger rather than the embarrassed blush that it was. He shrank away to stand near the new foreign girl- even with her strange babble she was the one he was the most comfortable (ie least uncomfortable) with at the moment- only for her Terror to start roaring. He stared at it, somewhat alarmed; his Terrors weren't amused either, though they didn't roar or posture, only sit up straighter and give all the noisy Terrors their best 'we are superior' looks. "Ssso. Um. Lesson one- you're in charge, yeah?" He ducked behind the girl to look her Terror in the eye, careful not to get in its face in case it bit but also not wanted it to flame on its poor trainer. "You c-can't let them think they're the bosss." His two Terrors snorted and he swatted at them lightly, making them give their little dragon laughs. Ugh, he had his work cut out for him.