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Presley Black · 05-17-2011, 09:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Lislchen

Walking back to his desk, he let his eyes wander around the room for a moment, occasionally lingering on a familiar face. "Now." He raised his voice a little over all the chit-chat going on right now to indicate that lesson had now officially started. "Welcome to our first lesson of Muggle Studies this term. If you have just got lost and don't actually take Muggle Studies then this is your chance to leave." They could of course also stay.

As he sat back down on his desk Jeremy continued with a smile, "My name is Jeremy Zookara." At this he gestured behind him at the blackboard with a look that said Obviously. "If you have any questions, comments, requests, complaints or whatever else you may come up with, do not hesitate to find me in my office after class." They would know where his office was, right?

Now, time to get started. "Those of you who were here last term might remember we last discussed the Muggle fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs before we were...interrupted." Yes, interrupted by that Garlic-Ministry bloke.* "Anybody of those who attended that lesson, or whoever else knows the answer, care to tell those who don't a quick plot-summary and the ending of the fairytale? And yes, I want to hear the version with...True Love's Kiss." Yes, that term had come up last year and it was actually a good way to describe it. Grin.

While he waited for somebody to answer, he turned to write "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" onto the blackboard, a little under his name and class.

Presley almost did a happy dance of joy. Muggle studies, the one class she was sure to be good at. She didn't feel much like a Ravenclaw the way classes had been going so far. And Snow White? She knew that story like the back of her hand. Speaking of her hand, she raised it into the air. She decided to give the briefest version she could.
"Snow White was a princess, but after her mum died, her father married a evil step-mother. Um, in the muggle story she's called a witch." Presley felt unsure of whether or not she should have added that, but this class was about wizards interacting with muggles, right? "The step-mother had a mirror that told her she was the fairest in the land, but one day it said that Snow White was the fairest, so the step-mother tried to have her killed, but Snow White ran away, and lived in a house with seven dwarfs. Well, the step-mother found out she was still alive, and continued to try to kill her under several different disguises. For the last one, she poisoned an apple, which Snow White ate. The dwarfs thought she was dead, so they put her in a glass coffin, and a Prince came and saw her. He kissed her, and she came back to life. But my mother always used to tell me that the prince was carrying the coffin to his palace, and the bit of apple came loose, and she came back to life."
That was actually the shortest summing-up Presley could give. She felt like she'd been talking for hours.

05-17-2011, 09:29 PM	#116 (permalink)
Presley Black Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: Right Here Posts: 2,189 Hogwarts RPG Name: Xavier Rodriguez Fullmer First Year	Dancing Through Life Quote: Originally Posted by Lislchen Walking back to his desk, he let his eyes wander around the room for a moment, occasionally lingering on a familiar face. "Now." He raised his voice a little over all the chit-chat going on right now to indicate that lesson had now officially started. "Welcome to our first lesson of Muggle Studies this term. If you have just got lost and don't actually take Muggle Studies then this is your chance to leave." They could of course also stay. As he sat back down on his desk Jeremy continued with a smile, "My name is Jeremy Zookara." At this he gestured behind him at the blackboard with a look that said Obviously. "If you have any questions, comments, requests, complaints or whatever else you may come up with, do not hesitate to find me in my office after class." They would know where his office was, right? Now, time to get started. "Those of you who were here last term might remember we last discussed the Muggle fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs before we were...interrupted." Yes, interrupted by that Garlic-Ministry bloke.* "Anybody of those who attended that lesson, or whoever else knows the answer, care to tell those who don't a quick plot-summary and the ending of the fairytale? And yes, I want to hear the version with...True Love's Kiss." Yes, that term had come up last year and it was actually a good way to describe it. Grin. While he waited for somebody to answer, he turned to write "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" onto the blackboard, a little under his name and class. Presley almost did a happy dance of joy. Muggle studies, the one class she was sure to be good at. She didn't feel much like a Ravenclaw the way classes had been going so far. And Snow White? She knew that story like the back of her hand. Speaking of her hand, she raised it into the air. She decided to give the briefest version she could. "Snow White was a princess, but after her mum died, her father married a evil step-mother. Um, in the muggle story she's called a witch." Presley felt unsure of whether or not she should have added that, but this class was about wizards interacting with muggles, right? "The step-mother had a mirror that told her she was the fairest in the land, but one day it said that Snow White was the fairest, so the step-mother tried to have her killed, but Snow White ran away, and lived in a house with seven dwarfs. Well, the step-mother found out she was still alive, and continued to try to kill her under several different disguises. For the last one, she poisoned an apple, which Snow White ate. The dwarfs thought she was dead, so they put her in a glass coffin, and a Prince came and saw her. He kissed her, and she came back to life. But my mother always used to tell me that the prince was carrying the coffin to his palace, and the bit of apple came loose, and she came back to life." That was actually the shortest summing-up Presley could give. She felt like she'd been talking for hours.