Islay walked into muggle studies and just sort of stood there for a moment as she took everything in. Babies. She was about to care for a small almost impossibly real fake baby. Walking over to the front of the room the still quite young brunette simply smiled at the Professors.

”good day Professor Schmoe,” Islay smiled over to the Professor as he played with his fidget spinner. ”…sir, I have one question is there anything that we need to avoid using on these faux-babies that will ruin our marks?” she asked thinking slightly about the story her mother aunt had told her about how she had done one of these assignments back in the day…and about her classmate that had shorted out his doll by making it a suit of armor out of tinfoil.