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Reima "Harry, you got any idea's on how to deal with your dragon?" he asks, thinking about how he got incredibly lucky in the original time line, I mean out flying a dragon? Really?

Harry "I-I don't know... I've fought against a huge reptile before but I almost died doing it..." he says, remembering the basilisk.

Reima "Maybe it's time you started advancing your spell repertoire?"

Harry "But I don't know anyone willing to teach me, I doubt Dumbledore would even give me the time of day either... Wait, aren't you in 7th year Reima?"

Hemione nods at this, "Could you perhaps teach Harry?"

Reima shakes his head, "I've got my hands full with Ciri as it is" he says, truthfully his time was primarily taken up by his classes, most of which he'd already studied most of the material for. This was especially the case with Arithmancy and runes in which he'd dedicated a good portion of his time to, that and most of Professor Bins lessons. Though, the idea of skipping all his classes to teach Ciri and in addition Harry didn't sound like a bad idea, plus it'd give him an excuse as he didn't think Dumbledore would disallow him to teach Harry.

Hermione "Please Reima! You're the only 7th year who isn't jeering at Harry."

Ciri shrugs when he takes a cursory glance at her, she's the one who wants additional training after all.

Reima "Look, I'll think it over... Until then atleast try to learn something on your own? As you well know, you can't place your trust in others if your life is on the line, it'll only end in your death." he states bluntly, leaving the two looking exacerbated.

Ciri "Did you read the daily prophet?" she asks the duo.

Hermione "It's tripe and everyone knows it, Rita Skeeter has less journalistic integrity then my thumb." she says bitterly.

Harry "Yeah but I'm sure everyone is eating it up."

Reima "It pits you against Ciri so if you show that you're not going to shiv her in a dark alley it should all die down." he shrugs, taking a bite of his crumpet.

The duo nod and the continue to make small talk afterwards until it's time to leave, Harry still looks slightly conflicted but seems less tense than before.

Once Reima and Ciri are alone they grab Snuffles and head to the room of requirement, they have many things to do and many things to train. Reima still needed to figure out a way which would guarantee her survival against a dragon... He went over the various Pyromancies in his head and came to one rather annoying conclusion, dragons are resistant to fire... For an art based solely around well, fire. It would really cause them problems.

Reima "Alright... I've got a couple ideas on how you can pass the task without dying but they're all a bit unorthodox... Come here." he says, having her stand in-front of him. Once there Reima summons Gough's Great bow along with a couple dragon slayer arrows...

Ciri "What on earth is that!" she shouts as she sees it.

Reima "This is a bow designed to kill dragons... Atleast, dragons with thicker skins than the ones in this world."

Ciri "And you'll let me use it for the task?"

Reima "Well, as you already know the summoning spell, yeah... The only problem is whether or not you can actually draw it.."

Ciri "Of-course I can draw it!" she says, grabbing it but struggling to keep it's immense weight upright. "Uh, haha... Could you keep it standing while I give it a go?" she asks sheepishly.

Reima shrugs and places one hand on it to keep it still, she then grabs the bow string and pulls it with all her might... Not managing to draw it even an inch.

Ciri "You're pranking me aren't you?" she asks, rolling her shoulder from the effort.

Reima shakes his head, "No, why would I have a completely unusable bow on me?" he says, knocking a dragon slayer arrow on it and shooting it at the far wall of the Colosseum.

*BOOM!*

It penetrates the wall cleaning, leaving a small amount of dust in the air from the impact. Ciri just looks at him and the bow challengingly but relents as there is no way she'd be able to draw it.

Nerissa who was sparring with stone puppets sheathes her Iaito and runs over to Reima, giving him and the bow a pointed look.

Reima "What? You wanna go?" he asks, receiving a vigorous nod from the young vampire.

"Alright then... Give it a go." he says, holding it upright for her as she'd struggle even if she was strong enough due to her height.

To both of their surprise Nerissa pulls the bowstring half way before having to let it go, causing a loud *TWANG*.

Nerissa "Heavy." she states.

Reima laughs, "At least you did better than Ciri" he says, rubbing her head.

Ciri "You're both freaks, how can I even begin to match up to that!"

Reima "Believe it or not you could do it if you trained hard enough... Though I think training your speed would be more productive."