It was time for Muggles Studies and so Rachel made her way to the classroom. She always adored Professor Moxley's lessons. They were always such fun as was the woman herself. Today, her hair was tied back in one instead of the usual two plaits because of the instructions posted. She was also wearing comfortable clothing.

She frowned upon entering the classroom. Was she in the right place? Her eyes took in the chaos all around: the upturned buckets, the leaves, branches and debris that were scattered about. Rachel realised she was at the correct place when she saw their Headmistress.

Carefully, she weaved her way through everything to come to a stop close to her Professor. "Hello, Professor Moxley,'' she stated and smiled sweetly. "This is such an unusual setting for a class.'' Rachel opted for an over turned bucket and took a seat on it.

Dress in comfortable clothing. That was what they had been told about today's Muggle Studies lesson. So as called for that's just what she did. A pair of dark blue jeans, white long sleeved shirt with that had butterflies on it, and her black trainers were her attire for the day.

Making her way to the room Hady stepped a few steps inside where she seemed to stop and just look around. Whoa. Just whoa.

Now this was different. It made her think of some of the more run down areas of town back when she lived in America. It was odd and left much to think about or the days lesson. "Hello Professor Moxley, how are you today?" She greeted quietly selecting an old tire to sit upon and setting her bag down at her feet.

Where was everyone else? It felt weird being so early.

Scarlett was always excited for Muggle Studies because - well, her dad sold books to muggles, so she'd grown up around them. She usually excelled in these lessons because of it.

Except when she walked in...it was NOT the classroom she was expecting. In fact it looked like she had walked into a post-apocalyptic young adult novel. Maybe that was what they were going to be talking about? Or zombie thrillers? Something along those lines? Whatever it was, Scarlett was nervous.

"Hello Professor!" she said happily as she sat down on an old crate. Moxley wouldn't do anything to harm them, she knew - whatever they were doing, even if it was scary, would be totally controlled by her.

Azura walked into the muggle studies classroom with a bit of a heavy heart. This had been one of the classes that she and Jazzy had talked about together, and she hadn't seen him in a month or so.. She bit her lip and tried to look alive.. before pausing as she looked around the class room...

Oh Fwoopers.. She was going to die in here wasn't she?

Her bright purple eyes swept over the messy looking classroom and she tugged at her hair which was in a braid down her back.. Right..

Let's see if she could make it to a "seat" without breaking anything first!

She hesitantly waved at the Professor "Hello Professor." She said with a bit of a wave, before carefully and slowly picking her way across the littered classroom to an overturned tire next to Rachel. She waved at her dormmate before gingerly sitting down and looking around..

Dear Merlin please let me make it out of this! She thought to herself.

Olivia had read the notice so she was ready.

One Ravenclaw dressed in an older pair of jeans, sneakers and a shirt she didn't mind getting dirty headed down to the Muggle Studies classroom for the latest lesson. Her long hair tied back in a secure braid down her back as instructed. She wasn't sure what to expect other than it was bound to be getting messy and energetic by those rules. And fun she supposed in the midst of all that which she was also ready for.

The first year stepped into the classroom, her book bag with her textbook and such slung over her shoulder. Except it didn't look like a classroom...it looked like a rundown place...a junk yard she supposed. "Hello Professor," she greeted the woman, having settled on using one title in the classroom and the other anywhere else. She was one of the first ones there, offering a friendly smile to both Hady and Rachel before pulling up a tire to her housemate and taking a seat. "Hey..."

Thank goodness for no skirts for sure.

Janelle arrived for Muggle Studies and stopped short as she entered the classroom. She had seen a lot of different classroom settings in her time at Hogwarts, and this set up was definitely unusual. For a moment, she took it all in. Then, spotting Professor Moxley, the Ravenclaw greeted her.

"Hello Professor. I can't wait to see what you have planned for us today." Whatever it was, it was most certainly going to be interesting. Looking around, Janelle was glad that she had followed the instructions and dressed down for the class. This was definitely not the place for school robes or fancy attire. Following her classmates' lead, Janelle sat down on an overturned bucket and waited for class to begin.

Dante wondered if Moxley ever did hear the excuse 'I was carrying a first year on my back while fleeing an angry Hungarian Horntail and was late' because while it was hilarious. It was a horrible excuse. And second he would probably had died with the first years. The odds where not in that person favor. Now where was this suppose to be. Looked like we were in now of those gangster movies where they all meet out of town to settle disputes. And Moxley looked like she was the one who would tell you where this was happening for a price.

"Hey Professor, you look like you are ready to fight someone or show us where a fight is taking place"

Yeah he knew that would never be the case.

But it was amusing to think about

Colt heard there was a muggle studies lesson. He always wanted to go to it. He heard Kace talk about it and it sounded like something he would like. He made his way to the classroom and he was glad he managed to find it. He could remember little things from the previous year. He opened the door and noticed that it was an unusual setting. This place look like the city would look like. Something he was born into before he moved to Durmstrang. He looked around and observed his surroundings. He was impressed and he saw graffiti on the walls. "Nice nice.." he said out loud. He looked to the front and noticed the teacher and her attire. He chuckled and couldn't help but laugh. He thought it was great with the theme. "Nice outfit professor. I'm taking you going to be active in the lesson as well?" Whatever they are gonna learn.

He read the noticeboard and wore his comfortable clothing. He didn't mind getting his converse dirty, his plaid shirt or his black t shirt underneath. He was gonna have an awesome time. "Let me tell you painting is one of my specialties especially graffiti.." he pointed to the wall and was telling the professor. Good job with Kace teaching him the art.

Muggle Studies...who knew what this would be all about. Ariadne hadn't had much experience with the Muggle world, so she was completely out of her element. She'd find out soon enough, though! She made her way down the first floor corridor and into the Muggle Studies classroom. She expected...well, she expected something really, really different than what she saw. The placed looked like a complete and total MESS.

She eyed the trash, leaves, branches, and broken fences. "HEADMISTRESS!" she called out, seeing the woman sitting in a tire. "Did you get ROBBED? Do you need some help?" She had lots and lots of questions, and in her eleven-year-old eyes, this was all an accident, and it hadn't occurred to her just yet that this was all a set-up.

Everybody else was sitting on tires and buckets, so Ariadne chose a nearby tire and hesitantly took a seat.

Kitty was wearing her usual Gothic robes. They weren't exactly working clothes, bit they were comfortable - at least to her. Muggle Studies was the lesson she was looking forward to more than any other lesson, and she didn't want to show up in any outfit that did not express her personality. As she walked to class, Kitty wondered what their lesson would be like.

Her mouth hanged open as she stepped inside. There were things lying everywhere! "Hi Professor Moxley!" Kitty greeted the Professor and approached her. "Are we going to clean?"

Olly may have had a little bit of glitter on his face. That happened when you spilled a bottle on your bed. Glitter was hard to clean, you know. He had done the best he could, but it was difficult. So his face was a little bit glittery, especially on his left cheek. But whatever. He was fine with it.

"Hello Professor Headmistress." His voice may have been a bit louder than he intended. Oops. He had a lot of energy today. Hopefully that would be fine for whatever activity they were going to do in class. Like...clean? That sounded boring. Olly made his way over to the wall with the graffiti on it and studied that. Could he add some more?

Muggle Studies.
It would be another exciting lesson. She always wanted to go to it. Wearing a pair of comfortable clothes she pulled back her hair. She hopes it wouldn't look so weird in her.

Jessie walked in to the class before stop in her track. Her green eyes widened in shock. She tought that she was getting lost again. It didn't look like a class bytheway.

buckets... broken tires...what happened in here?


Then Jessie could see someone seated on the large tires. Dressed in 'muggle style' clothes like herself.The lioness pulled her lips into shy smile and nodded.

" Hello Professor Moxley. Nice Class. You make me think that I'm attending the wrong class.


She turning her gaze to observing her surrounds. Her eyes caught the Ravenclaw girls she met in History of Magic lesson.

Glad to see them again.

"Hi..." she smiled and greeted them.


Jessie didn't want to wasting more time so she walked closer to another students before grabbed a bucket and take a seat on it.

This was one of Hadley Denaker's favorite classes. She knew all about muggles, as she'd been a muggle (in her head at least) a lot longer than she'd been a witch. They were her people. Which, yes, did make it a bit redundant to her... but, well, it was also Davie Truebridge's worst class, and that made it a great class in Haddie's head.

Haddie strode into the class, grinning with enthusiasm. "Hey, Mox....xy?" Her voice trailed away in confusion. "Why exactly does the classroom look like an inner city abandoned lot?" She pulled up a bucket and sat next to Rachel.

Was he walking behind who he thought he was walki--- ugh, yes. For the love of Peeves the Poltergeist's petty pranks, Haddie Dunceaker was in front of him. Walking into Muggle Studies behind her was like following a trail butterflies who dropped twopence coins as they walked. That's how happy she was to be in this class. That's how BOUNCY she was as she entered the class. In other words, following Haddie could have been fun, but really it was awful, because she was so good at his worst subject. And they both knew it. And she liked reminding him of this. And the fact that he had to stare at the back of her head the whole way here JUST MADE MATTERS WORSE, OKAY.

At least David knew what twopence coins were now, thanks to Moxley's book he had been reading. He'd bet twopence that Haddie still didn't know what a Diricawl was though. He was still scowling at the sight of her blonde head ahead of him, and thus picked out a seat on the opposite side of the room from the girl. "Hello, Headmistress," he greeted the professor-leader stoically as usual, then sat carefully on the edge of his abandoned tire, and waited for class to start.

No, he wasn't curious why they were sitting in a room that looked like a vandalized alley. No, he didn't want to know why they were wearing Muggle clothes and not wizard robes. All he wanted to know was how he could excel at this subject. Because that would probably be a good way to get one-up on Haddie Dunceaker.

For the record, Dot was comfortable in heels, sandals, combat boots, and wedges. She was comfortable as long as she felt in control of herself and her wardrobe, so it took a little interpreting to get 'dress in clothes that can get dirty and won't get you killed in a dragon attack' from something as innocuous as 'dress comfortably'. She'd opted for jeans and a long-sleeved tee, along with said boots, and based on Moxley's attire, Dot had chosen wisely.

"Hullo, Professor Moxley. Congratulations on your promotion," Dot smiled briefly at the professor before pulling up a bucket nearby. Was it clean? Cleanish? Cleaner than the ground? Close enough.

Well, this was different.

Were they in a post-apocalyptic world? Would zombies come out and attack them? Esme had no idea what was going on, but at least Professor Moxley and some of her fellow classmates were standing nearby. Safe.

Of course they were; she was just being silly.

"Hello, Professor," she said as she reached the group. Esme smiled at Rachel, Hady, Scarlett, Azura, Olivia, and the boy she had met at Sugarplums. His name was David, right?

Whoah hello dystopian society....

Tenacius walked into the classroom and looked around. Ok now he understood why the comfy clothes that he wouldnt mind getting dirty. Although this was kinda his favorite hoodie. Lets hope the Hogwarts house elves were as good with laundry as those he had back home.

"Heya Headmistress!" the curly top greeted his Professor, then eyed the tires. Cool! Can he make an impromptu ghetto swing? Oh there he goes, hoisting a tire up on a chain....

The walk to the first floor had taken fooooorever. Looking into the room Melbourne just grinned Professor Moxley seemed like she was cool…she was even wearing old jeans! Old jeans were the best! “Hello Professor Moxley!” Melbourne grinned at the Professor and smiled.

Then looking around the room she paused to give Scarlett a giant excited wave before walking over and spotting Haddie she just waved before sitting down on a tire near the girls. “Hiiiiiiiiii!” She waved over to Haddie and her friend (Rachel). “I’m Melbourne,” she introduced herself quickly to Rachel and grinned.

“Doesn’t this place look awesome? Is this like those places that are all fenced off that you told me about?” Melbourne asked, because the broken rundown alley kind of made her think of those dingy ghost-hunting-places Phil sometimes went to. "Aaaace sit with me! This is Haddie! I just met her the other day she's cool...she's practically a Gryffindor" Mel beamed at her best-neighbor-friend.

He was curious of all classes that told them to wear comfortable clothing, it meant they'd be... active, in most cases. But Muggle Studies?? They weren't playing sport, were they? Either way, he was dressed for it. Track pants, a plain shirt, hoodie and running shoes. But...

Apparently not.

Zeke gazed around the room as he entered, and while enchanted classrooms weren't abnormal at Hogwarts, it was still weird. Nevertheless, he could appreciate the decrepit-city-esque scene. It partly reminded him of his old home, if he could even call it that. Still, it didn't quite have the Birmingham flare, this was something else.

"Hello, Professor Moxely," the fifth year Gryffindor greeted as he came to stand near where she sat. Sooooooo... not sport then, huh?

...

"Melon!" Haddie cheered, greeting her other best friend. She shook her head though. "No, sadly. This just looks like one of the boring fenced off empty lots that people just toss trash into. The cool ones are the ones that have buildings or bridges or whatever on them, but they've been abandoned and are falling apart because no one's been in them or fixed them up for years and years." She grinned. Like that mall a few blocks from her home in LA. It had been damaged in an Earthquake and despite the sign on the fence outside of it saying it was being repaired, it never was. That had been incredible to explore. Until she was caught that was. "Moxxy, can we do an abandoned building theme next?"

Haddie waved at the boy Mel was calling over. "Hi, Ace."

Raven felt enthusiastic with the muggle studies class, as soon he read the notice, he spruce his belonging and went to the class

He wore his favorite Tshirt, with his favorite band pictures in it, a pair of sneakers, a hoodie jacket and a jeans, he look like an ordinary muggle now

As soon he arrived, he try to find a place to sit in a very crowded place filled with bucket and other stuffs..

He try to find the professor and when he does, he greet the professor

"Hello, Professor" he smile

Entering the Muggle Studies classroom was a bit odd. Hugo stared at everything. Why was it all...messy? Well, he was sure it involved some activity because then they wouldn't have been asked to wear clothes that didn't mind to get dirty. And yeah he was kind of excited so he was wearing pretty comfortable clothes, some old jeans and a black t-shirt. Simple but nice.

"What's up, Professor...Headmistress?" said Hugo with a smile. He wasn't sure on how to address Moxley. So, why not both? Heh.

One thing that she loved from Muggle studies class, school uniforms weren't that necessary. Moxley always allowed them to wear any kind of comfortable outfit, as long as it's still appropriate. The young lioness decided to put on her track pants, along with the black converse and her ultimate favorite Chelsea football jersey because... why not? She also put on a beanie hat to cover her long brunette hair.

Entering the classroom, the young lioness noticed that it looked like... one of the abandoned alley around her neighborhood. It's look creepy, and strange. "Good day, Headmistress." She smiled at the woman. "Are we gonna fight with some punk kids who like to bother hopeless people around?" Well, maybe not. Ava chose to take a seat near Olly. "Hey, have you talked to her about Noelle?" Suddenly she asked. She remembered that he wanted to ask the headmistress about her leaving.

The directive to wear clothing they didn’t mind getting dirty was only partly ignored by Brooklyn, as she’d made her way to Muggle Studies. For once, she’d actually been dressed nearly casually, in dark leggings, a loose t-shirt and a denim jacket, but she still had a pair of ballet flats on. It was sort of dressy casual, but she was still prepared for whatever was going to happen. That and she had her hair up in a messy crown braid. It was harder to accomplish by herself than she’d thought when her mother had given her one years ago. Either way, her hair was up and she was ready.

She still had walked into the classroom with her head held high, ignoring the fact the classroom looked like a dingy alleyway back home. That wasn’t exactly unexpected, considering the Transfiguration classroom had often been transformed into something else when they’d had Professor Bellaire. Expecting the unexpected should have been normal to everyone, except for maybe the first years.

Either way, she’d given Professor Moxley a smile, heading for the tire on which Hady was perched. “Hello Professor Moxley,” she said, only taking a moment to wonder if she should have addressed her as headmistress. It hadn’t seemed to be a big deal, so she’d just continued on her way, sitting next to Hady on the tire and settling her bag at her feet.