 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Mmm, mhmm, the smoke puffing up from the jukebox in the corner of the room was still concerning, but Bernie found herself looking down her nose, down her glasses, at the suspicious Hufflepuff. What does he mean? She didn't know. Maybe 'fire' was slang back when Schmoe was a kid, like in... 2020 or something.
Heh. She shrugged, smiled at the Puff, and looked back to Schmoe.
"Oh, it's supposed to be like that?" she tilted her head at the professor. He seemed so... happy, gesturing with the controller like that. Well cool. "I thought maybe the Muggle electric was allergic to the wizarding magic, and then one set the other off, because y'know what they say... where's there's smoke, there's a fire! And there's definitely smoke over there?"
Right?
Didn't they see it too?
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