A - Kicking the Jerks, Kicking the… Dragon? (Bullies)
Reputation typically precedes dragonkind and it was made quickly and frighteningly clear for Spyro that the general native populace wasn’t very fond of them. Aside from the one who practically adopted him, it was a reasonable assumption that maybe the native dragons here if more still existed weren’t very peaceful.

Which is why he really should’ve refrained from torching the seat of a bully’s pants while they were busy harassing a different student, sending them running. Maybe this is when you first meet Spyro, who wears the red and orange of Valhudor as a wraparound scarf and a backpack full of ordinary school supplies- offering a forepaw forward that’ll feel anatomically like a normal hand aside from the soft scales and sharp yet stubby claws.

“Hi, I’m Spyro...! You alright?”

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Or maybe you’ll be coming to his rescue instead when the one guy he scared off comes back with not only a new pair of pants but also some buddies. Time to make their daddies proud by putting such a dangerous creature back into extinction. With their wands, they’ve conjured some bindings for Spyro’s mouth (can’t have any more of that fire breathing action going) but then they also can’t resist flipping him up and down in the air with a levitation spell.

B - Crashing In (Research)
No qualms are had whatsoever when the research team makes their requests. Spyro just needs some extra assurance that the process of taking samples is entirely painless and then carefully relates that his realm is a peaceful one, that summing up dragons as savage beasts or cruel tyrants is harsh and inaccurate.

Once he has the glyph on what would be his forearm if he stood up on just two legs more often, Spyro sees no issue with allowing his new familiar (a fire-bellied toad he was told) to sit on his head as he’s in his flameproofed suite and writing at the desk.

But of course, shenanigans happen sooner or later and rather abruptly. "Woah!" he shouts out and either you’re faced with dragon wings flapping near your face furiously yet also expertly for a safe landing... or one could just catch him. He’s small enough for that too.

His eyes are on the errant sheet of paper that’s escaped from his grip though.

C - Wildcard!
[Got something else in mind? Come at me! Prose and Brackets welcome.]

Oh. Oh, that's nice of them. He's also relatively positive that the winged cat can capture the paper no problem, so Spyro turns his head back to Yugi and tries to figure out how to address the kid.

"Uh. Yep. I'm a dragon alright. I've been hearing that all day actually."

"Oh hey, thanks for catching that!" And as he's taking the paper back from the penguin and folding it back up as easily as a human would because of thumbs, the dragon peers around at the place.

Judging from the decor, he has a guess that under different circumstances he might've actually belonged in here.

"Guess I better make sure I don't sneeze in here, eh Burn?" he says to the toad appearing to still be hanging for dear life on his head by the horn. Which gets a croak from the familiar, but is either an actual response or just a coincidence.

And then the dragon takes a good look at Noa, noting the staring and the much more enthused-looking penguin. "What's up? Haven't seen a dragon like me before either?"

He is starting to think that this new glyph thing is nothing but trouble and dreads how long this stuff is gonna keep happening for everyone that has one. Instead of looking at all grateful, Spyro frowns with a sigh.

"At this rate, I don't think any of us are gonna get anything done while this keeps going off," he grumbles, with a gesture to the now dull thing on his forearm scales.

That is totally 100% pure threatening stance as far as this dragon is concerned and Spyro's reaction is just as instinctive, honed by engaging with enemies far more hostile than their appearance would make one believe.

He jumps back and crouches with a... well his voice comes out in an angry sounding exhale as a human produces rather than an animalistic growl. "Bring it! Swords don't scare me!"

... Fighting without Sparx at his side for however long they'll be separated like this is a terrifying prospect though.