Jace didn’t like the idea of getting dirty in any of his classes, BUT, if he’s going to learn so much from the lesson today, he won’t mind getting himself, and his clothes soiled. He supposed it can be reversed by a good old bath, and lots of cleaning spell. The tiny Ravenclaw stepped into the classroom, and stepped back twice, obviously surprised by the setup. It wasn’t an ordinary classroom, definitely, and it looked...so dirty. Jace cringed at what he saw, and gently slapped his face with his right hand to get his act together.

Slowly, he entered the room, and immediately spotted the Headmistress. With a relaxed grin, Jace scuttled toward her, and gave her a bow. “Hello Professor Moxley.” The half-Japanese said. Upon closer observation, the woman meant business today. She was, after all, wearing her hair in a ponytail. With a nod, he looked around the room and saw his fellow Ravenclaws. He immediately spotted familiar faces, particularly Azura, Esme, Ava, and Scarlett. Jace gave them a nod and a wave. The tiny Ravenclaw then took a seat near Rachel, and gave her a discreet wave since she’s with another girl. Jace’s brown eyes shifted from Rachel to her companion (Mel), and gave her a polite nod and grin too.

Hello, person!

Melbourne was listening with rapt attention to what Haddie was describing and grinning like a madwomangirl. “That sounds really awesome…I’ve never actually been to an abandoned lot” Mel admitted with a shrug of her shoulder. It wasn’t that common of a thing to find in Ambleside really…when Haddie said hi to Ace Mel just grinned. “He’s been stubborn lately and goes all ‘My name is Tenacius’ at people…but I think Ace is cooler…I mean c’mon its like what people say when they get good grades even” Mel laughed.

Oh there was movement and a little first year was now sitting near their group. Well…at their table. The brunette bounced up her and moved closer to the first year. “Hiiiii!” She waved excitedly. “I’m Melbourne, I don’t think we’ve met yet…” she smiled over to Jace.

Jace’s ears went pink...and so did his cheeks. It was quite weird to meet people from a different house, really. The Ravenclaw’s grin remained, but he sort of hid behind Rachel, not accustomed to energetic greetings and extroverted individuals in general. It didn’t mean that he doesn’t like her, just...a little bit shocked with the energy surrounding this girl.

It took Jace a few seconds to register that the girl was simply being friendly, and just wanted to be acquainted with him. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? The Ravenclaw slowly revealed his face, and shook his head. “No, we haven’t.” He said. “Hello. I’m Jace.” He added. “What house are you from? I haven't seen you around the Ravenclaw tower before.” It was kind of hard to tell because they weren’t wearing their uniforms for today’s lesson.

He must have been shy right? That’s what Mel’s instant thought was when he basically hid behind the other girl she obviously still needed to meet. When he fiiiiiinally said something she just smiled at him.

“It’s nice to meet you Jace!” Yep, he was shy it seemed…wait he was a Ravenclaw like Haddie! “You’re a Ravenclaw? That’s cool I was almost a Ravenclaw – I’m a Gryffindor thought…it probably took you just about the same amount of time as it did me to get down from the towers” she grinned. “do you like it? Ravenclaw that is?” She asked happily her energy slowing somewhat as she saw how nervous he had seemed.

She was still bouncy more because that was how she always was. Her energy never ever fully went away.

"Ace is also fighter pilots that have shot down hundreds of enemy planes, but..." Haddie shrugged. "Hi Tenacious!" she corrected herself. She agreed with Melon, Ace was so much better.

"Abandoned buildings are amazing! We'll have to find one for us to explore over the summer," she started to tell Mel, when another boy (Jace) sat down, and waved to Rachel, and nodded to Mel... and well, ignored Haddie. What? Was she invisible? Was he a friend of Davie's? Wait, he was a Ravenclaw??

Haddie stretched out her arm to wave right in Jace's line of sight. "Hello person I've never met. How are you a Ravenclaw? I've literally never seen you?" Was she invisible to him? Maybe they'd both been invisible to each other! Okay, coolest spell ever! Can someone cast that on her and Davie so they never had to see each other again?

Tory had wondered why they had to wear clothes they wouldn't mind getting dirty. He took extra precaution in case they were going to have to get really messy by getting his hair in braids today instead of his typical puffy fro.

Then he walked into class...or well, um...a really gross looking lot of sorts. He noticed all the others in class sitting on tires, and buckets and spotted the Headmistress not to far off doing the same. He waved to here. "Hi Missus Professor Headmistress Moxley" Very uncertain of what her title actually was.

The young lion snagged a bucket near some other students, and sat down.

The truth is she prefer to wear comfortable clothes during the lesson. SO when Moxley said they need to wear comfortable clothes, she's more than happy to do so but she also said 'didn't mind getting dirty'. That part she's not looking forward too. When the Prefect entered the classroom, she understood why the Professor had to add the getting dirty part. The classroom looked like an abandon city. What's going on here?

"Hello, Professor." She greeted the Professor with a curt nod. She was glad that Moxley didn't put that high fives rules again this term. No more weird rules.

He was sharing this tire with Davie, yup. Decked in muggle stuff, big 'ole smile on his face and the most chipper greeting offered to the Professor. "Have a feeling it's gonna be another brilliant class, Professor." And he wasn't just buttering her up, Blaise Bellaire genuinely liked any class that told him to forsake his wand. Just so happened this one did it the most and the most extensively. It was amazing.

"Scowl any harder and your face will freeze that way." He commented lightly to his friend as he looked around the place. It kinda looked like one of those places his mum would never let him visit on his own.

See? Muggle Studies took them PLACES.

Vaguely, he heard Ava asking Olly about Noelle and he was kinda wondering the same.

Bentley had forgotten his book bag and was almost half way to class when he realized that he was journeying awfully light. The twelve year old had to turn all the way back to get it, and it got worse when the staircase changed on him, causing him to take the long way round.

He sighed when he finally made it to the classroom and realized that class hadn't started yet...

Hell....it wasn't even class.....

He shrugged, too relieved about being early to even care about the dingy environment.

He walked over to where Tenacious was doing something and eyed the boy curiously.

"Erm.....what are you doing?"

Muggle studies was definitely one of the subjects that Tia considered to be easy, mostly because she grew up in muggle society, with her father being muggle and all. Not to mention that Moxley had an interesting take on the subject and her lessons never seemed to be a bore. When the notice about today's lesson had said comfortable clothing, Tia had expected something active such as playing a muggle sport, but once again, Moxley surprised her.

She did not expect to be standing in an abandoned city lot filled with overturned tires and buckets and graffiti on the walls. Standing there with with yoga pants and sneakers and a Ravenclaw T-Shirt, Tia was grateful she had least remembered the comfortable clothes. Even if they wouldn't be playing a sport, it seemed they would be active in a different way, so being comfortable was definitely well-advised as Moxley had indicated.

"Good day, Headmistress Moxley," Tia beamed at the woman as she deliberated where to sit a moment. "Congrats on your promotion, by the way," Because she hadn't yet had the opportunity to say as such to the newly promoted interim head. Now, where to sit. She guessed one of the overturned buckets was as good as any... though the tires did look mighty comfy too . . .

The headmistress was teaching a class— a clear indication to Dima that he needed to avoid dozing off in this lesson period. While he used to sleep in Muggle Studies when he was younger (it was usually awfully boring), Moxley never disappointed. He was sure he'd have no trouble, or at least not as much of a struggle as in Arithmancy, staying awake.

His suspicions were reaffirmed upon his entry into the room. Uhhhh.... this was not the norm, right? He wasn't the only one looking around in a lot of confusion, was he? Why did it smell like burning rubber?

Trying to keep his cool (however much he had in the first place, lulz), Dima greeted the professor and then pulled up the least rusty bucket he could find and made himself at home.

When Ilia walked into the classroom, she was immediately second guessing having not dropped this class. Really, she only passed it because of Henric. The 'classroom' looked like a dismal trash heap and her pretty face went from stoic to a slight frown. Sweet Circe, what was this? She was glad that she headed the comfortable clothes part. A plain pair of black jeans, a black and green plaid checkered long sleeve with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black boots. Her long hair was braided back so that it stayed out of her way. "Good Morning, Headmistress." She nodded her head with her customary bow as she stood somewhat farther into the classroom. Sorry, she was NOT getting rusty bucket butt or getting her butt stuck into a tire either. No no, she was standing for this. Rusty bucket butt just....the thought appalled her.

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He was sharing this tire with Davie, yup. Decked in muggle stuff, big 'ole smile on his face and the most chipper greeting offered to the Professor. "Have a feeling it's gonna be another brilliant class, Professor." And he wasn't just buttering her up, Blaise Bellaire genuinely liked any class that told him to forsake his wand. Just so happened this one did it the most and the most extensively. It was amazing.

"Scowl any harder and your face will freeze that way." He commented lightly to his friend as he looked around the place. It kinda looked like one of those places his mum would never let him visit on his own.

See? Muggle Studies took them PLACES.

Vaguely, he heard Ava asking Olly about Noelle and he was kinda wondering the same.

Bluuuuuuh just look at Dunceaker, over there chit-chatting to all the girls she was friends with. She was probably even friends with Rachel the one with the hair; nay, she was probably BEST friends with Rachel. Stupid Haddie. Stupid Haddie for making him scowl like this.... Davie almost didn't even notice the Hufflepuff girl looking at him. But then he did, and he recognized her from Sugarplum's, and he thought she was just looking at him and smiling meanly at him because Haddie was probably spreading rude rumors about him. RUDE RUMORS! All together, Esme's smile toward Davie just made the Ravenclaw scowl all the more. MORE SCOWLS. SCOWLING ALL THE TIME. ALWAYS SCOWLING IN THIS CLASS ALWAYS.

David reluctantly shook himself out from his scowl-worthy thoughts as Blaise joined him on the tire. Thank goodness he was here to save him from this stupor, though, because now his tire-seat would be better balanced. But he didn't say that just yet.

At the mention of his scowl, Davie looked up and gave his friend a shrug, his forehead just a little less creased. "Maybe if I had a permanent scowl, people would leave me alone and not try to steal my tire seat..." he replied sardonically. After a beat, though, David did crack a smile for his friend. Were they going to have to pretend to be bums today? Because Davie was in the perfect mood to be a bum. He leaned in toward Blaise a bit as he was struck by the idea of being a bum. "No really, I'm glad you're here." He lowered his voice. You gotta help me take down this first year chick... her name is Haddie..."

He had just hefted the tire upright and pulled on the chain just when he heard his baby name ringing in the air. He turned to follow that sound "Oh hey Mel!" he replied with a short wave of his hand. Sit beside her? Cant she see he was making something awesome here? He then saw that there was a troop of people who were now sitting beside her. Did they all hear his baby name too?? Awwwmaaaan....



But hey Bentley's here. "I'm tryna make a swing." the curly top beamed at the other boy, hoisting the tire up by its chain with both of his hands. Kinda heavy, but clearly it was a solid piece of DIY. "Gotta find a place to hang it."

What the students weren't going to be aware of when they arrived for today's lesson was that Moxley had spent the last 15 minutes getting herself OUT of a bucket. They looked sturdy enough, sure, but she'd sat on an overturned one and broke right through which had been painful. She was going to bruise for sure. Lucky she'd managed to roll, wiggle, and pull herself free before class. She'd even had time to dispose of said bucket and find herself a seat on a tire and all with 2 minutes to spare. Thank Merlin no one had witnessed that or else she'd have wound up in the Aparecium for sure. Not a good look for a new headmistress.



Bringing two fingers to her mouth, Moxley whistled to call everyone to attention. "Alright, you lot. We're getting started now so let's put all conversation on pause for just a bit." She smiled, walking towards the middle of the room. "And Mr. Salander, while I'm quite curious about what you're trying to accomplish over there, you'll have to continue after we've done some work. Please do use that tire as a seat, though." Probably more comfortable than standing, which she'd noticed some of her students opted to do. Their choice so she'd make no comment on that.

"As many of you have noticed, today's lesson is not taking place in our typical classroom setting. What I want you all to do right now is to imagine you live in an environment like this. Imagine that each day you walk by this on your way to school. You see it when you walk your pet or go out for a run. Maybe you're forced to play in a lot like this because where you live doesn't have an area for recreational activities..." She paused, letting them visualize a life like this in their minds. "Now I'd like each of you to tell me how living in a place like this would make you feel." From the looks on many of the faces as the kids entered the room earlier, she was going to guess unsafe.

When Moxley started talking, Oliver quickly took a seat on a tire next to Ava. He didn't want to have to spend the entire lesson standing. Not that he thought they were going to be sitting for long. They never did in lessons at Hogwarts.

Olly closed his eyes to more properly visualize. He pictured everything Moxley said, eventually realizing that in this case visualizing actually worked better with his eyes opening, considering he was surrounded by the very things he was visualizing. He imagined living in the environment that had been replicated in the classroom. Yeah, that would not exactly be pleasant.

"I would feel unsafe," he said after raising his hand. "Like if the government or the police or whoever is supposed to be in charge doesn't care enough to make sure it doesn't get so dirty, they wouldn't care enough about making sure the people who live here are safe."

Wait, they were in Muggle Studies, correct, and not in his mother's shrink's office, on the couch being asked to talk about feelings? David gave the professor-Headmistress a curious look in reply to her question about how this ugly lot was supposed to make them feel. Feelings. Ugh. Feelings were ugh.

Still, he was a student, and a good one at that, so he HAD to raise his hand to answer the question.

"Depressed," the Ravenclaw sighed out. Yes, this abandoned-looking alley way would make him feel depressed. "Or like a bum," he added half-heartedly. Just in case she was going to have them act out the bum life today, Davie was ready. He could scowl like a bum and everything. He could probably even growl at kids if they tried to take his chocolate frog collection, or better yet, if they tried to sit on his and Blaise's tire. IT WAS HIS TIRE. HE LIVED HERE NOW. HIS.

See, he was ready.

Azura listened carefully to the Professor/Headmistress's question.. How would she feel if she had to live or play or walk by a place like this?

Merlin!

The first year put her hand in the air and spoke. "I would feel like I would be in danger! You never know what could be lurking around here, also.. For the people who aren't exactly.. Coordinated.. like herself! Hello four broken noses! "a place like this would pose a constant hazard to that person and everyone around them." You've been warned everyone!

She nodded and looked around and shook her head.. It would be awful to live in a place like this!

Sam might have let out a small gasp as she entered the classroom, and then again as she exited and re-entered it to check what she was seeing was real. It was definitely a classroom door on the outside, but like a city on the inside.

It wasn't dismal at all. It was like home.

She couldn't help but grin as she let her gaze run across the abandoned lot, covered in buckets and tyres. One of those would suffice as a seat, of course, but she really wanted to go perch on one of the fences, or even better, on the top of that wall.

So tempting. It'd take barely jiffy to get up there.

Something told her it was likely just an illusion on the actual walls of the classroom, so instead she lithely hopped between some buckets and tyres on her way to the front of the classroom, finally plopping down on a large-ish tractor tyre.

"Awesome classroom, Professor," she said by way of greeting with a grin. Best yet, she reckoned.

And, oh, the lesson was starting!

How would it make her feel? Sam tilted her head at the professor. She wasn't sure what she was meant to answer here. She twisted around on her tyre and glanced round the room once more, her previous excitement for the lesson dissipating into awkwardness.

"S'a bit cold," she answered finally. "Too open tah be ideal fah livin'. Nah shelter from wet ei'ver. Not bad for playin' 'n climbin' wiff ya mates though."

The Head Boy was looking around at the abandoned city / classroom while sitting on one of the tires and waited for the Professor to start the lesson. As he heard a whistle like sound, Yoongi turned his head to the Headmistress to listen.

Okay so what was up with the whole ‘imagine if’ scenarios in classes lately. First Defence class where they had to ‘imagine if someone bigger attacked you’ and now muggle studies with a ‘imagine if you lived in a post-apocalyptic city’. He tried to imagine and unsafe was definitely one of the first things that popped up in his mind. “Like a homeless person struggling with hope” he said after raising his hand in the air.

Haddie frowned in mild annoyance. Some people just don't appreciate a good nickname. Shame.

Oh, this was an easy question. Haddie already knew the answer to that, though not from personal experience. It's just one of those things that she picked up through what people say and through movies and tv and books and such. Depressed.

"D..." Haddie's mouth slammed shut. The Dodo Bird stole her answer before she could give it. Typical of him. Why was he even in this class anyway? He hated Muggles and Muggleborns because they didn't know their magical history.

Haddie rolled her eyes. "Anxious. And Claustrophobic." Nailed it.

Dante would take a seat, Thank you Headmistress or was it still Professor. Or did it not matter and Dante was only making himself confused. Yeah that was probably it. So Dante took a seat and waited for her to begin her lesson. Well Dante first question would be why on merlin's earth would there still be school if the city looked abandoned. Dante would be more focused on surviving then school.

Lord of the Flies with only the Headmistress.

"Depends have i been living in this area my whole life because if so then it would just be normal and why would the school be open when this place looks abandoned."

Dante would pay money to read that book and yes he did know what that book was. He even read it surprisingly enough.

Hugo sat down on a tire and watched as everyone else was entering the room. He wondered if there could be a rat around here or worse...spiders. And just a few minutes later the class began.

He looked around when Moxley started telling them about living in a place like this or walking by a place like this. The prefect raised his hand, "Dirty, uncomfortable and that something dangerous could happen to me" nodded. He wasn't the most organized person but he wouldn't stand living in a messy place. Nope.

"I can't wait to see what it's about, Professor.'' Though she was sure it had something to do about proper disposal of garbage or perhaps cleaning up one's surroundings.

Oh! It seemed Azura was right behind her on the way in as was Olivia. Rachel smiled at them both when they sat next to her. She was always pleased to have company. “Hello, girls.’’ She could not miss the loud voice of one Haddie Denaker. The dark haired girl smiled at her other friend but then said, “I think you forgot to address her a ‘Professor’.’’ Rachel was always having to look out for her best friend. She then turned back to the others joining the class. She smiled back at Esme. “Hello there, Melbourne.’’ Rachel now looked around at the newcomer. She was familiar but did not know the girl. “I’m Rachel.’’ The first year saw Jace take a seat close by to her and notice the wave. “Hello, Samurai,’’ she mouthed to him as she waved back. Noticing Ilia, she threw the Snake a smirk. The puffed up girl probably thought her bum was too high and mighty to be placed on a tire or bucket.
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There came the whistle which surely meant the start of the class. Rachel listened raptly and did as Professor Moxley suggested. She couldn't help but turn up her face in mild disgust. She never wanted to live in someplace like this. The Eagle lifted a hand. "Disgust since it is certainly not healthy for anyone and it's an eye sore.'' Aside from health purposes, there were others reasons for not wanting to live in a dump.

As more people arrived, she smiled at them. She was starting to feel a little more comfortable, and an adult presence had a lot to do with that. Professor Moxley was so nice, but then Esme had already known that seeing as she had been her student for a few terms and her Badger for one.

As the lesson started, she looked around the 'classroom' with a frown on her face. Yeah, she could never imagine living in a place like this. Walking her dog in a scary neighbourhood. Walking past THIS on her way to school... It would be absolutely horrible! She would TRY to picture it, however.

Raising her hand, she said, "uncomfortable more than anything. This place is dirty, abandoned, and reminds me of something post-apocalyptic. Rather unsettling - like something bad is going to happen." Maybe the zombies?