Alicia, who unlike Ezra or her almost-namesake Alice, seemed completely unaware of the strangeness of her group (which must have looked quite hilarious to any outsider, and disappointing for those in it). Instead, her focus was on her final exam—ahem, muggle guest. Right. She totally wasn’t pouring another glass of apple juice and offering it to the Matthew boy to fall on the subject’s—guests’s—good grace and therefore earn herself an Outstanding grade on her final exam.

“Lovely to meet you, Matt,” she said, all smiles as she handed the boy his glass, practically forcing him to take it by wrapping his hand around the drink’s glass frame. She didn’t bother introducing herself as Willoughby had already taken care of all that. “What made you want to volunteer for this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Whether Ms. Castillo was genuinely interested or simply beginning her exam, it was difficult to tell.


“” accurately depicted Hugo’s expression, lack of eyebrows and all.

What. Were they. Doing?
The girl was pinching his nose in the way adults do to small children (did she think he was like a cute five-year-old or something?) and the boy was… well, Hugo wasn’t totally sure what the boy was doing. It was amusing though, but the muggle boy wasn’t sure if it would be rude to laugh. Maybe the weird dance thing was a form of… friendly greeting? Would the wizard be offended if he laughed? Would he turn his head into that of a giant toad?

Hugo rather liked his head as it was, so he kept a serious face. Or tried to anyway, biting at his bottom lip slightly, and the corner of his lips twitching slightly. Rolling his right hand into a fist and bringing it up to his lips, Hugo cleared his throat softly.

“Ri—right.” His glasses had begun to slid down the bridge of his nose and he pushed them back up with his index finger. “Can I…” he looked them up and down, examining their attire and hiding the disappointment at the normality of it, “See a… magic…” Uh… “Trick?” Was that the right word for it? Magic trick? Or was that a magician thing? No, wizards were different, weren’t they? “Sorry, I don’t know if that—that was the right… term. Um…”

Just, could he see some magic please?!



Benjamin was smiling unblinkingly at William The Muggle as Ms. Carmichael spoke. He turned his head to look at her then, smile still in place, but eyebrows furrowing above green eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning back to William. “The gesture was meant as welcoming, not…” he looked at Drew again, “Assault.” Sad, sad world this was… Where gestures of love were seen as criminal activity…

Perhaps Ms. Carmichael just needed more hugs, was all. And it was his job, as… well, as Benjamin Thorne to rid the school, and the world, of misplaced negativity. For, negativity, as all other emotions, was completely acceptable and owning of a specific place. Hugs and affection just weren’t that place.

Still, Benjamin put his cause on pause. He pulled a tiny vial from his pocket, took a sip, placed it right back in his pocket, and continued to stare at William in an almost dream-like state. Muggles held a large amount of his admiration. Their ability to perform complex tasks without the aid of magic was admirable, in his opinion. And it was as if he expected the William boy to suddenly burst into a long speech on the discovery and application of electricity throughout muggle history at that moment. He was all ears.

And eyes. For the raindrops hitting the window behind William's head.
...Perhaps the boy was a little ADD.