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Muggle Studies Lesson One: Call Me Maybe So come on in and take a seat, we'll be starting shortly! OOC: Please be sure to familiarize yourself with Moxley's rules before the lesson and all snitchseeker rules apply! Class has officially started! OOC: If you're just joining us, pretend your charrie has been here all along or face possible loss of points! Class Progression: Greetings and Question 1 Replies and Question 2 Replies and mini-activity! Main Activity! End of class! |
Zander was going to be the first person to show up to Muggle Studies. Or at least he was trying REALLY hard to be. This trying to be a teacher's pet thing was exhausting. How did Sophie Brown manage to get all of the Professors on her side, when Zander could hardly even manage the one. But he was trying and he wasn't going to give up. And he was kind of breaking out into a jog at this point, but really no one was watching him... Right? So pft, whatever. Gotta do what you gotta do. And Zander Adair meant serious business. Finally only a few paces from the door, he put on a big, goofy smile and slowed down his pace to that of a brisk walk. There. No one would be able to tell that he jogged to class today if he just brushed a hand through his hair. Nooope. Aside from the slight color in his cheeks and the heavy breaths, but who was paying attention? Hopefully no one. "Hello, Professor! Super excited about the lesson today," he gave her a big smile as he walked past and went for a seat near the front. What? If he was trying to do this then he might as well play the part, right? |
Zaaaaaaaander. Having been woken up in the middle of the night by a disturbing nightmare about a Giant Squid (not our dear Bartholomew, but a much more aggressive one), Natalia, once again, arrived in class almost half-asleep. Yeah yeah, Muggle Studies. Since Natalia essentially grew up in a purely muggle household, she could just sleep through this class, right? She would probably still pass the class if she skipped most of the lessons... Natalia just wanted time to catch up with sleep, something that Hogwarts was never really generous at offering. "Hello Professor..." Natalia attempted to greet the kind-looking professor with a returning smile but instead ended up with something more of an elvish scowl. Scanning around the room, Natalia noticed that there was only one other soul in the classroom, and it was.... ZANDER. Hurhurhur. Hello Zaaaaander. He wouldn't mind her company, no doubt. Without saying hello to the Gryffindor prefect, Natalia dropped her bag on the desk next to Zander with a loud THUD! She then collapsed onto the chair and propped both of her legs on the desk while sliding down against the back of her chair. Perhaps she could get in a couple of minutes of sleep before class starts... |
Time for Muggle Studies, and Lux was curious to see what they would be learning about today. This class was always so interesting, and that was why it was one of her favourites. Entering the classroom, she spotted Professor Moxley right away. "Hello, Professor!" Smiles for her as well as Zander and Nat. "Hey, guys!" Taking a seat on Nat's other side, Lux took out her notebook and pencil. With a snort, she noticed Nat settled in. Seemed like she was ready for a short nap. |
Muggle Studies was the easiest subject ever. Well, besides Potions, that is. Potions came naturally to him because he freaking loved it. This subject only came naturally to him because of the whole muggle upbringing or whatever it was. Basically, he knew stuff so why was he still here? Easy O, man, easy O. And with that thought in mind, Grayson strutted into the classroom with enough confidence to fill the oceans. "Hey, Professor," he said, giving her a nod of his head. Dudette always looked so happy, what was up with that? How can someone be so happy all the time? Was that the Essence to Induce Euphoria or was she just naturally happy? Weird, man. Whatever. Grayson headed over towards an empty seat towards the back of the class and sat back. It was only then that he properly acknowledged how many people were there and.......... .............. oh jeez, was he EARLY?! Oh man, this was gonna make him look like a freaking dork. |
Muggle Studies time. Kace decided to get here early today because he was done eating and he was in the neighborhood of where classrooms were. As he walked down to the classroom, he noticed the Muggle Studies classroom was open and he walked inside and he noticed only like four people showed up so far. He gave them all a friendly wave and he noticed Professor Moxley and he smiled warmly and greeted her with, "Hello Professor, I trust you are well.." I mean he knew by her smile but he wanted to make sure. After he greeted the Professor, he took a seat at his desk but then he realized they were at the front of the room. He frowned and then sat on one of the bean bags and took out his quill and notebook and began to doodle. He would of course stop when the lesson began. He looked up and noticed Eden was waving at him and he smiled and waved back. She seemed cheery today and he liked it! |
Eden was one of the first to arrive, and she smiled as she saw Professor Moxley's smile BECAUSE IT WAS INFECTIOUS. She couldn't help but return it. "Hiya, Professor--" she said, in good spirits. She swept further into the room, though, and gave a wave to the ever wonderful Zander..."Hi, Zander--" she said with a nod. She didn't know the girl's name, but she did wave at the Gryffindor[Natalia] before slipping into a seat near Grayson... "Hiiiiii," she said with a playful nudge in his direction. "Whitlock. You're looking dashing today, as always..." she smirked. Flirting, playfully, with Grayson was a fun pastime, wasn't it? She smiled and waved at Lux, too. Wow. Everyone was so nice and AWESOME today. And Eden swept her tinted hair back into a pony-tail, her blue eyes traipsing around the room to see if she had missed saying hi to anyone. SHE COULDN'T LEAVE ANYONE OUT! OH! There was a Kace! Eden waved cheerfully at him, too. |
Muggle Studies. He LIKED Muggle Studies now, which was something because he was sure he HATED it in his first year... and it would have been a shame to discontinue a subject about his own culture. Culture? YES... that's what it was, right? He'd lived as a muggle for most of his life, so it was only right that he celebrated it by getting O's in this class. SO.. with his bag hitched up on his shoulder, Zeke strode into the classroom with a grin. "Hello, Professor Moxely," he greeted with a smile. THEN... seats. WHERE to sit? ... ... THERE! Zeke crossed the room to a table at the side, and set his bag on the floor before pulling his things out. |
Right...time to get to Professor's Moxley class or he would be late! Henric grabbed a piece of pumpkin pie and he got from breakfast earlier and put it in his mouth. He shouldn't run while eating...but yolo. He briskly walked into the muggle studies classroom while making sure his tie was straighten so he could greet the professor sitting at the table. Henric forgotten he still had his pumpkin pie in his mouth, embarrassed he quickly spit it out in his hands. "Sorry,Professor Moxley...uh..morning!"he grinned sheepishly and turned around before his ears got anymore redder. He walked towards his usual seating area and put his satchel down on the floor. He noticed the drawing on the board. Were they learning about how muggles communicate with each other via telephones? He remembered doing that activity since he was 6 while he was being homeschooled. Must be interesting to see how the others reaction to this.Yup... |
Puck slipped into the muggle studies classroom as quietly as possible. The smile on Moxley’s face was, well, nice to see…still, despite her own OWL scores she didn’t think that well…she was going to be well received in classes this term considering how she had basically failed Gryffindor. EVEN though she was trying. Standing there, her bag hanging off of her shoulder she just smiled to everyone…no sitting near Zander, cause that would mean sitting ON Nat and she wasn’t going to pull an Aegis. Because that was just weird….still, being muggleborn he was the perfect person to sit next to right? He knew things. He was like the encyclopedia OF muggle awesomeness. “Hey Zander,” she nodded over to him and sent Nat a little grin as really, that would have been her own go to approach in Arithmancy…the class already didn’t make sense to her as it was. Deciding not to debate too long she just simply sat at one of the empty desks. Putting her smile completely to the HIGHEST conceivable level well, for her that is, she turned her attention to Professor Moxley. “Hello Professor Moxley,” she smiled over to her. Yep. She was going to be nice. ALL class. No matter what happened. EVEN if the class was about muggle deaths…seeing as well that kind of seemed to be a trend after…well, after things happened. |
Zhenya was quite excited for another muggle studies lesson, considering she didn't know much about muggles or they way they lived, and she generally learned very interesting things. She walked into the classroom, greeted by the familiar classroom, and smiled to those she knew. "Hello Professor Moxley," she greeted the Professor who was wearing her infectious smile, before sitting in an empty table and pulling out her textbook, parchment and muggle 4-way pen. |
Norah beamed at Professor Moxley as she entered the classroom. Muggle Studies time was ALWAYS a good time. It was practically a rule. "Hi Professor! I'm super duper excited for today's lesson." Could she TELL how excited she was? 'Cause she was really, really excited. Maybe they could make food again! That'd be radical. The fourth year walked with a big ol' bounce in her step over to an empty seat next to Puck. "Hiya Puck!" With a grin at the Prefect, she bent over to pull out her note taking stuff and put it on the desk, half hoping she wouldn't REALLY need it because there'd be an exciting activity today, riiiiight? Intertwining her fingers on the desk, she sat up straight and put on her most politest smile. Take it away, Professor Moxley. |
Chance entered the Muggle Studies classroom. It was actually one of the classes he was rather good at. He didn't need to study long hours on this one due to him growing up muggle wise. He looked around the classroom as he entered. Not much had changed from last year. The desks and board still looked the same. The classroom was set up very muggle wise. And there were lots of people already here. Chance gave a wave and a "HEY EVERYBODY!" As he made his way down the rows. He stopped about the middle of the class to find an empty desk. He'd let someone else choose to sit with him if they pleased. He looked around and tried not to butt into any of the conversations thAt were already going on. |
Sophie had considered dropping Muggle Studies, as there was no real practical application of it in her future. Everything she needed for her future involved magic, and anything Muggle-related she hadn't already learned in her past three years in the class, she could've learned from Tobes. He was the nerdiest wizard-who-thought-he-was-a-Muggle she'd ever known. But... all in all, when it came down to it, she'd gotten an Outstanding in the class, Moxley was super fun, and getting ten NEWTs in her future sounded way better than getting nine. So, the subject was being KEPT. "Hi, professor. You're looking particularly radiant today," Sophie noted with a smile and a brief wave of her hand before surveying those already in class - Zander, Lux, Kace, Eden, Puck, and Norah got smiles in particular, but she also had a friendliness for Grayson and Zeke, both of whom she admired. Grayson was a big-head, but he was knowledgeable, and Zeke knew everything about everything, probably. So... best to keep them as allies, yes. With two chairs at each table, Sophie surveyed the tables first that were full - Zander's, unfortunately - and those that had only one person at them. Hmmmmmm. Maaaaybe she would leave this up to chance, yes? The prefect sat at a vacant table and started getting her materials out for class, letting everyone else who entered decide who would sit by her. Living dangerously. |
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, RORIE HAZELWOOD HAS ARRIVEEEEDD. (That was a very Dec thing to do, Rowena.) Waves here and there. Just kidding. She wasn't addressing anyone. LOL please. Like she would waste her breath and energy on saying half hearted hellos. Plus this was her first class since she went...ahem...CUCKOO. She didn't want to have to deal with explaining herself to nosy peeps. The rainbow haired girl took a seat at an empty desk, her common stoic face worn. She had PROMISED her newly reunited parents that she would TRY to behave this term. And you know what, she's doing good. So far... Just probably have to keep her mouth under watch. |
Today was a weird day. It wasn't an up day but it wasn't a down day but it wasn't a middle day either but it wasn't just a DAY. It felt more like an everything day. Toby couldn't really explain it, and the more he tried, the more it hurt his head, so he soon stopped trying. Usually this might have been one of those confusing not-positive-enough days that made Toby stay in his dorm and pretend he was ill, but this was MUGGLE STUDIES, taught by MOXLEY. He just liked her, y'know? She was super nice, and he didn't want to miss her lesson. Sooooo here he was. Toby had paused briefly before reaching the door to sort of stop and collect himself and hitch a grin onto his face as he entered the room. Moxley had been another teacher to notice when he wasn't doing so hot (granted, he HAD been very obvious, but shhh) so he took extra measures to be extra happy in here. Also 'cause she deserved a happy class and all. All the teachers did, yup. "Hi Professor!" the Hufflepuff said, usual cheerfulness in effect as he crossed to his usual spot by one of the windows. "Looking cheerful today!" Toby was too, see the grin? Yeah. He sat at his desk and started setting up. |
Dot was VERY excited to see Professor Moxley again, since the woman had an uncanny way of making everything Muggle interesting. It was a gift, since most classes could be dead boring pretty shortly after the class began. Someone ought to make the professor run for Minister of Magic. "Good day, Professor," Dot gave the professor a finger wiggle before taking a seat... um um um. Next to Norah! Her new Hufflepuff friend with the very cool shoes. Dot swept into the seat and immediately ducked her head to see what kind of shoes Norah was wearing today. |
And here came Ophelia Clarke, the third year who was actually kind of excited about the lesson. While Muggle Studies was in no way her favorite class, it was always interesting. Like that one time they learned about the Salem Witch Trials from forever ago. Or did she just dream about that? Honestly, the third year couldn't remember, as it seemed so long ago at this point. However, it was a cool lesson if it did happen. Albeit terrifying. Why did most of these lesson terrify her, again? It was just that THING with Muggles, they could be so scary sometimes. "Hello, Professor. How are you doing?" The blonde was also in a good mood today, having finally finished a sketch she was working on and having had a good meal before this class had started. Just enough to fill her up, not enough to weigh the girl down and make her feel sleepy. Not sleepy at all actually. It was actually kind of nice to be back at Hogwarts. After most of the excitement calmed down, it was like being back at your home away from home, like moving in with a friend and settling down. Sitting down at the first empty desk she could find, Ophelia ruffled her hand through her newly shortened hair and got out all of her school supplies, making a quick list in her notebook. This might be a little premature, as her curly hair hadn't really started growing back yet, but there was always the question of whether she was going to grow it out or make this a thing. Park of her said grow it out so you could style it and use it to change the shape of your face -it was only a THEORY, but the thirteen year old theorized that putting your hair a certain way could make you look like a completely new person. She really wanted to test the validity of this-- but another part kind of liked the way the new hair looked. It made her look older and somehow made her grey eyes look bigger. No problems there. She would have to ask her friend when she saw him next. Then again, he might not be any help, either. Sighing to herself, she began jotting down ideas before class began. |
"Hey professor, good day!" Damien was not not on time? He wasn’t late, but he seemed to be... Early? Huh, okay, he could live with early. He yawned, adjusting his red and gold tie as he walked into the room, eyes searching the faces of the assembled students. “Yo, Hey, "Zanderrrr.” He said, waving to the Prefect who looked a bit pink in the face, oh and Lux- Damien waved to Lux, smiling warmly at the petite red head. “Puckenstein! Ayyyyy.” He shot the other Gryffindor Prefect a big grin and stuck his tongue out at her in a playful manner, he’d like to have a proper talk with that lady soon, because they hadn’t spoken in a minute and he missed her. Eden, Eden got finger guns. “Wot’cha Edey?” He called out as he passed by, adopting a terrible English accent… And then he saw her, sitting quietly, hair more vibrant than the aurora borealis and eyes as cool and deep as the ocean. Roria, his Roria. Every time he saw her it felt different, but he was always amazed. “That seat taken?” Damien asked, grinning as stood before her, gesturing to the seat next to her. Probably not the best idea if he was trying to pay attention, but he couldn’t help himself, just like he couldn’t help bending down and giving her a quick, but very affectionate kiss. "Hey Gorgeous." |
OKAY! Muggle Studies. Wylie could do this! Not only did he already know THINGS about muggles, he HIGHLY doubted there would be anything dangerous or dirty or deadly in this class that he was going to have to worry about. Plus, the Professor was SMILING. Not one of those creepy smiles where you just KNEW something awful was going to happen and the other person was just smiling because they thought you didn't know even if you did because the smile was creepy. No, no. It was definitely not one of those. So, a safe, easy class? He was ready! He gave the woman a smile of his own as he passed her and took a seat right in the middle of the class. Just in case he was bad at reading smiles and something bad did happen, it would get everyone else before him. He was generous like that. |
Muggle Studies was such a hit or miss lesson for Clara. It wasn't that she disliked Professor Moxley or anything related to that, it was just that sometimes she didn't want to learn about the muggle way of things. The blame could probably be given to her adoptive parents for that - they were muggles and particularly unpleasant. On the other hand, there were days when Clara wanted to know as much about muggles and muggle devices as she could, and these were usually days that she wasn't thinking of her future past Hogwarts. Scary. Either way, very hit or miss. Today was a hit, so far. She walked into the classroom with a half smile on her face. "Hello, Professor," she said, before looking around the classroom. Eden was here already, but surrounded by people, and if Clara was going to deal with this class then people weren't going to be involved. Instead of sitting near or next to her best friend, she just waved to her and found an empty next elsewhere. Time for some focused learning. |
Making her way into the Muggle Studies room Hady wondered what they'd be learning today. This was a rather enjoyable lesson usually and she was ready for it. "Hello, Professor Moxley, having a nice day?" she greeted unable to keep a smile off her face when she spotted the bright happy smile on the Professors. This should be a great lesson seeing as how happy the Professor seemed. Certainly a good sign right? With a quick look around the room she made her way to an empty chair and sat down placing her bag on her lap making it easier to remove the things she'd need for the lesson. That done she placed her bag on the floor near her feet. She was all ready for the lesson. |
Muggle studies was a subject he DID learn at Charms school and he finally went to a class without feeling like a complete failure of not knowing anything despite being a fifth year. As he finally found the classroom on the first floor after following a couple of students he overheard talking about the subject. He entered the room with his wand at the ready. One thing he learned at this crazy school was that 1 a student had died last year and 2 the Professors were putting them in crazy unexpected tasks whenever they walked in to a classroom. Flamsteeds SHOUTING and PLANET EXPLODING in their faces and Bellaire literally dropping them in the wild . “Survive mwahahaha” kind of thing. So yes, Yoongi was not entering this room unprepared. Only, upon entering he realised that this was probably the most normal classroom he had seen so far and he lowered his wand, still not putting it back in its holster though. “Hello Professor” he greeted with a smile as well before walking to an empty seat and sat down |
Muggle Studies always seemed mostly fun, even if last year they had spent most of the classes dressing up and trying out various muggle professions. At least figuratively. One didn't exactly operate in real life like the game...Benny hoped. And he had to say he was somewhat releieved when he walked into the appropriate classroom that he found it AS A CLASSROOM. Not as a stage or a jungle or anything else the professors came up with. Maybe it would be a nice and normal experience. "Hello, Professor Moxley," he greeted politely as he made his way further inside, the woman up by her own desk. Looking around for familiar faces, Benny noticed a few, but none of the usual suspects he'd usually sit around, at least in this class where you usually worked together with your desk partner. So the sixth year opted to take a random seat at one of the empty chairs littered around the room wondering where the three in question were before they began. |
“No matter how hard you try...” head bop, “You can’t stop us now!” The sixth year Slytherin jammed along an oldie!rock tune as he followed the rest of the class towards the Muggle Studies room. It was a good day, really, and he ought to take advantage of it. “We’re the renegades of funk! We’re the renegades--...” Ethan stopped abruptly as he saw their professor waiting for them. And that smile? It was priceless! The Slytherin’s good mood escalated further. “Hello, Professor Moxley!” he said, a full smile now on his face. Ethan eyed the rest of the class, and was surprised that he was relatively early. Uh-huh. Eager beaver much, just like...Grayson over there! The younger Snake swaggered towards the older boy, head bopping still, and settled beside him. All them cool kids sat at the back right? Right. ‘Sup nods for you Graygray! "No matter how hard you try...you can't stop us now!" |
Hiiiiiiii, everyone! Adi was hereeeee! Hehe. It wasn't like the boy was announcing himself to the class but his signature grin was in place as he bounded into the room. Knowing that he would meet the also very cheerful Moxley, he was doubly looking forward to this class. "HiHiHi, Professor! How are youuu?" .................... So many peoples were there already! Lux, Zhenya, Toby and a few of his other friends got grins or waves of acknowledgment as Adi made his way to Benny. Hiiii, Benny. Adi flopped onto the seat at the Lion's desk. "What's up, Thor?" |
With his back to the door, Benny hadn't registered the moment Adi had entered the muggle studies classroom. Nor the grin on his face until he looked up from setting out some parchment and quill for notes on the desk in front of him. And when he felt a presence come up behind him before joining him. Oh and that was a referal to the Ancient Runes lesson and all that transpired there. "Nothing much," he answered, "What about you, Loki?" It was only appropriate to return the favor. |
Hugh was as ready as Hugh's could be, which was not very much. He was very distracted this morning (like most mornings) when he fumbled into Moxley's class. WHADDA DO, PROFESSOR MOXLEY. He saluted her awkwardly and found his seat. Not before tripping into it. Be cool. Be cool, Hugh. |
Emmylou made her way to the Muggle Studies classroom. She was really excited to find out what they would be learning in class today. It wasn't everyday that you get to do something really awesome in class. Some days classes were boring. Before walking Emmylou made sure that she had everything that she needed for today's lesson. |
This class was going to be a waste of his time. Xavi knew it, but he had to come. He reasoned that it wouldn't be so bad to sit and doodle for hours and end with perfect marks. He found a seat toward the front, but on the far side. That didn't label him as a slacker, and also kept him out of the teacher's line of sight, lowering his chances of being caught off-guard by a question he wasn't paying attention to. What even was the point of this class? Half of the school or more had at least one muggle parent, and for those who didn't couldn't they just ask their friends if they had questions? It wasn't like they didn't live in a world surrounded by muggles. They all probably knew what everything was. The muggle world was pretty simple. At least, in the mind of the first year it was. |
SPOILER!!: HEYs, HIs, and HELLOs Once the last student was seated, Moxley gave the door a nudge with her foot and locked it. Anyone arriving after this point would need to knock and deal with Moxley's inquiries and she would be asking lots of questions, oh yes. As for the rest of them, it was time to get things started! WHO WAS EXCITED? Taking center stage, Moxley glanced around the room and smiled radiantly. "Hello everyone! I'm happy to see smiles on so many faces this morning and I trust you've all come ready to learn but just in case, let's strap on our listening ears!" The brunette made a show of pretending to strap on her own, going as far as to do some pretend adjusting, and then giving a little chuckle. "Now then, I'd like to start us off with a question." Moving to stand behind her desk, the Muggle Studies professor reached down to grab something and after a moment, produced a picture which she showed to the group. "Can anyone tell me who this gentleman is and anything else you might know about him?" |
Jackson just sat at the middle row, waiting for the class to be started while he took his notebook and made a doodle to keep him busy. So far he enjoyed muggle studies class, that's why he wanted Moxley to start soon. As the Professor started, he closed his notebook and paid attention to her. The Korean guy did notice that she showed them a photograph of an old person. Okay, who was that man? He didn't know very well. "Well uh... I bet he's a very genius muggle that invented something." He raised his hand and answered. |
Emmylou beamed at the professor. Ooooh! Yes! Class was starting. So exciting! The sixth year didn't know why she was so happy for Muggle Studies but she really was. Emmylou listened very closely as the Professor spoke. She nodded to let her know that she was listening. Then there was a picture! Pictures were always nice. So they have to figure out who he way. That was a really old picture but Emmylou knew who it was. |
Tia couldn't help but feel less stressed when she entered the muggle studies classroom and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was half-blood and knew loads about muggles already. It had something to do with whenever she entered the classroom, Professor Moxley always had a positive vibe about her. A contagious smile. Studiously taking out parchment and a pencil, the fifth year seated near the back of the room (cause all the seats up close were taken by the time she had arrived!), which just meant she had to work extra hard at paying attention. And then the professor was starting; with an old photograph. Listening ears. For some reason if Moxley hadn't said that, all the mental images of old inventors would have blurred in Tia's mind but at the mention of ears, Tia's hand shot up. "That's Alexander Graham Bell, Professor." Tia said knowingly. "Invented the telephone." Yes, she had one of those at her house, so naturally being the inquisitive Ravenclaw she was, she wanted to know who invented each piece of muggle technology in her home. |
As more students filed into the classroom, Natalia merely squinted at them through her weary eyelids. She occasionally returned waves at a couple of them who greeted her, Lux who popped down in the desk next to Nat, a Ravenclaw girl (Eden), and Puck. Cool, now Nat could relax her eyes a little bit, releasing all the tension from her body... Before Natalia could feel satisfied from her little nap, she heard the door being locked and the professor's voice sounding across the classroom. Great, it looked like class was starting despite not getting enough SLEEP. Not even for one more minute? Fine. Slightly grumpy, Natalia took her legs off the desk and faced the front to where the professor was standing. While attempting to sit up straight, the fourth year managed to fall back with her shoulder blades hitting the top edge of the chair. Uncomfortable. Well, she tried. She was going to have to manage surviving the rest of this class in such a sullen mood. Smile, Nat, SMILE. *BEAM* Staring at the monochromatic picture on the board, Natalia recognized man the after a couple of seconds. It was Alexander Graham Bell, wasn't it? The inventor of the telephone. Yes, a great innovator whom Natalia had studied a lot about in muggle primary school. But instead of raising her hands to answer the question, the fourth year remained silent and waited for other students to respond. First of all, she really didn't have the energy to participate. And besides, it would be essentially CHEATING to answer such a obvious question for a muggleborn. |
Oh. Wait. Food. Man. He should've brought her cheesecake, huh? How come he always forgot the important stuff!? Obviously he wasn't cut out for this brown-nosing life style. How did Sophie Brown do it so effortlessly? It wasn't fair. This was not a natural talent of his. Unfortunately. And though his Muggle Studies Professor was obviously kidding around Next time he'd bring her TWO ENTIRE cheesecakes. Maybe. If he remembered. Which was a lot harder than it sounded. He had been attending Charms class for an entire year and he STILL forgot to bring apples for Professor Q. Not that it'd probably change anything. But you know, STILL. But anyways, trying to forget the humiliation and trying to will away the slight pink in his cheeks... Zander turned just in time to notice Nat walking into the room. Oh Merlin. Please don't sit here. Please don't sit here. Please don't-- Awh, man. It's like she wanted his life to be painful. She was good at it too. Sigh. Nevertheless, he gave her a small smile, hoping that she'd take things down a notch and play nice. All this sass was kind of hard to deal with in class, y'know? And thank MERLIN Moxley was starting things up and he wouldn't have to worry about small talk. Also, Nat looked sort of dead. Did she know? Okay, an O or not, Zander had NO idea who that beard guy was. How DID people know exactly? It always amazed him how smart some of these Hogwartians were. Like they all decided to swallow encyclopedias for breakfast or something. Man, if only he had thought of that before he downed an entire plate full of pancakes. By the way, pancakes did not prepare you for naming some random beard guy. Zander would know. He had four of them this morning. If only Hogwarts served encyclopedia flavor. But hearing not one, but TWO whole people name the guy as Alexander-von-telephone, Zander knew EXACTLY who that was. Actually, not really but if he was the inventor of the telephone he could figure out the rest. 'Cause Zander didn't really know anything about the creator-beard-man, but he did know a thing about the telephone. HA. So adding to what Tia had just said, "And the telephone is pretty important because before that was the telegraph which could only really send messages with pulses... and stuff... So yeah, he basically expanded on that stuff and made it possible to transmit sounds. So uh, he must be practical. And smart." Information was solid, but boy did he need to work on this presentation stuff. |
Did she know who that guy was? Nope. Dot did NOT know who that was. She squinted at the picture of the old bearded guy, first with one eye and then with another. Anything? No. Nope. No clue. "I'm pretty sure that's Santa, Professor. Or someone's grandpa. I like his beard, though. It's very well maintained." Which was impressive, considering that he was probably Muggle who was alive before the electric clippers. |
Eden waved at Clara as she walked in, and figured she didn't want to sit by her because she was sitting by Grayson. She didn't blame Clara...she would catch up with her after class. She BEAMED at Professor Moxley when she complimented her hair. It was nice when professors APPRECIATED nice things, like blue hair. "Thaaaaank you, Professor." She grinned and ran her fingers through it...the loose ends, at least. She tilted her head and squinted at the picture...who WAS that..."Um..I'm pretty sure that's George Washington." American historical bloke, right? He had a white beard and stuff. It made sense. It was totally George Washington. Actually, Eden had no clue, and it was the only old bearded guy she could think of right now. Plus, he looked American. Totally. |
Yes, it's either he's in a good mood, or he consumed too much sugary food before class. The Slytherin was about to nudge his seatmate and discuss guy stuff with Grayson, but the door was closed shut, signalling them that class has begun. Ethan, without thinking, mimicked Professor Moxley with the 'listening' bit and watched her get a picture of...a guy. "Mr. Beardy McGenius?" Ethan bit his lip as he lowered his hand. Yup. Too much sugar indeed. "I mean, he looks like a genius..." the Slytherin shrugged as he sat back on his chair and allowed the other smartypants in the room talk. |
Haaaaaaaai, everyone!! Lux sent all the new arrivals waves and smiles. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood for class - Damien especially so. The kiss he gave Rorie was adorable, but of course not approved of by the Professor. Kissing was amazing, just not in class. She had never kissed her boyfriend during a lesson. As things got started, Lux giggled at Moxley putting on her listening ears. This woman was silly, and it made Muggle Studies even more fun! Taking a careful look at the picture, she raised her hand. She knew a little about muggle inventors, so this question was easy. "That's Alexander Graham Bell. He invented the telephone!" Living around muggles and having parents with muggle jobs, she definitely knew about and had used phones before. |
"Great! I'm doing juuuuust fine too, Professor!" Adi had no idea why he was extra happy today. Maybe it was something in the air. Hehe. .................... Adi smirked. He liked being referred to as the God of Mischief! Thank youuuu, Professor Head House, for giving him that role! It was so fitting. Plus Thor an Loki were brothers, though adopted (he was referring to the movies and comics because most of his knowledge was from there) soooo Benny being Thor and hm being Loki was even better. "The sky," he remarked as he set about getting his stationery out for the lesson. Annnnnd start of the lesson! Adi eyed the bearded, ancient looking man before raising his hand. "I don't know his name but maybe he invented the earphones.'' Moxley had said something about 'listening'. Hehe. How long ago were the earphones invented anyway? Were they THAT old to be invented by that man? |
Moxley didn't fool Sophie Brown for a second - she KNEW the woman adored the praise, and the prefect beamed in reply. It wasn't even nice of her to say, she was... "Just bein' honest." Just being honest, professor. Sophie kept an eye out for someone to sit by her - Tobes entered and took his usual place by the door, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but unfortunately there were NO friends who came to sit by her. Way lame. Though... Zander was over there looking awfully uncomfortable with the girl who had sat by him, so maybe Soph would rescue him later. Yes. Good plan. For now, Sophie squinted at the picture of the man on the board. She didn't know him, no, but she recognized the name when Emmylou and Tia both identified it as the same person. Yes, okay, she knew who that was, then, but even more interesting than the guy himself was everyone else's interpretation of who it was. Dot and Ethan's guesses got giggles out of her, which she stifled behind her hand. Creative, they were, and unashamed to look silly. She admired them for that. |
Listening ears... AJ could do that. In fact she made sure to adjust them all dramatically just like the professor. Now that they were on all straight she beamed and looked at the picture of the man they were supposed to guess. Hmm... no name was coming to mind. She bet it was something old like William because of his old beard and stuff. It looked like other people knew his name so need to bother with that one. What did the old dude do? That was a good question too. Since they had to make a thing about their ears she assumed it had something to do with that. Adi had a good guess, but in the end she had to agree with some of the others. "I agree with him being the telephone inventor dude." Great things came from the telephone so mad props to you! |
Great day for Muggle Studies indeeeeeeeeeed. Toby flashed another grin at the professor when she commented on HIS cheeriness (it was always nice when people saw him as happy, RIGHT?) and gave her a DOUBLE THUMBS UP. Soon enough, it was time for class to start. Toby quickly dated and titled his class notes, took a cursory look around the class to see who'd shown up today, then directed his attention back to Moxley. His listening ears were on, yes, listening and ready to learn. Toby didn't know who that was. Any muggle history stuff he'd learnt back in primary school simply hadn't stuck in his head, perhaps because back then he was even harder to be contained than now. So if he'd been taught it back then, it wasn't in his head now. But he'd give it a guess. "That," said Toby, hand waving in the air and forcing extra enthusiasm into his answer even though he still wasn't feeling it. "Is a MAN with a PLAN. I mean, look at his FACE. Is that not a look of pure determination?" And a killer beard, too. French would have liked it. |
Angel knew who it was but since everyone was saying the correct answer and she wanted to be different she decided to say something else. "Professor it's a man competing in the worlds biggest beard contest right." Angel thought that beard was awesome. |
Was that 'hello' for him? Xavi hadn't greeted the professor and he ducked his head a little bit. He should have greeted her. It was rude not to. Now it was too late, so he nodded to acknowledge her greeting and let it go. He stopped feeling bad about not saying hello when she made a big show of 'putting on her elephant ears' like they were five year olds. Even his nine year old sister would have made fun of the professor for that move. Alexander Graham Bell. Easy. Everyone knew that. It was like showing a picture of Bill Gates and asking what he did for a living. Since the correct answer had been said already, and in the interest of earning house points, Xavi scoured his brain for any random information he might have about AGB and raised his hand. "Wasn't his wife deaf?" he asked. He'd seen once a cartoon about the man, and either his child or his wife or somebody was deaf. Maybe. |
*sitting with Clara, nbd* Gabriel had sat with Clara, of course...which was near Hughbert. He'd surrounded himself with his 'people', essentially...since Toby was already sitting with someone. Completely understandable as Toby was one hot commodity...and that was meant in the best way possible. . . AND A SCIENTIST! SCIENCE! The Ravenclaw fought the urge to rattle off all the various things he knew about Alexander Graham Bell...but kept silent. He didn't have to show off his knowledge. People didn't like showoffs, anyway. So, he was going to just...take some notes; with additions, of course. Like....how even though Bell invented to the telephone, he refused to have one put in his office...AND how he'd been a professor to the hearing impaired. He wasn't Einstein, Gabe was quick to mentally point out...but he was still intriguing and impressive. So, notes. Yes. He was....just going to carry on with those...and contribute, "'Mr. Watson, come here; I want you' was the first thing to be transmitted via his invention." ...and that was going in his notes, too. |
Norah beamed at Dot and kicked yellow-high-top-clad feet under the table for house pride reasons. Hufflepuff stuff was ALMOST as good as sparkles so obviously it deserved shoes. Obviously. She leaned forward to squint at the picture, trying not to grin at Dot's answer. The dude DID look like Santa Clause. Or a normal-er looking Dumbledore like the one on her chocolate frog cards, except he was magical so it wouldn't make sense to be in this class. See THAT? That was thinking before she spoke. Apparently it happened sometimes. But then multiple people mentioned the Graham-Bell guy and she decided to roll with it 'cause she HAD heard of that guy even if she didn't really know what he looked like. Sebby had read a book about him and kept going on and on about it for a bazillion years and believe it or not she HAD listened. Kind of. "I heard that he stole people's ideas and didn't actually come up with the whole phone thing all by himself but maybe people only say that 'cause they're jealous." You couldn't just believe EVERYTHING bad people said, 'cause if somebody was mean they probably weren't very trustworthy. Duh. |
Zhenya's concentration perked up when Professor Moxley closed the door. Class was starting. WOOT! Zhenya looked up and gave the Professor her attention, giggling when she put on her listening ears. Zhenya, too, pretended to put on her listening ears, but had self-adjusting ones. They just slipped right on. More giggling. Zhenya looked at the photo. It was a muggle, surely. Ummm... but who? In fact, what was this lesson about? Zhenya raised her hand, not really knowing who it was. "Uh... Professor is it J.R.R. Tolkien? He's an author." |
Text Cut: Before the lesson started The lesson had started and so did Moxley's madness. Swear to Merlin the woman could give Flamsteed a run for his money. Why was she so freaking chirpy? It was only SCHOOL. Wasn't she meant to be slightly exasperated about the idea of teaching a bunch of hormonal teenagers? But he didn't have too much time to ponder that. Not when the Slytherin sitting next to him had made an excellent guess as to who the guy in the picture was. LMAOOOOOOO! Beardy McGenius. LOLOLOLOL. Grayson laughed wholeheartedly at Ethan's answer. Oh MAN, he was gonna remember that one. What an answer. Some people's answers dead funny but everyone else's answers didn't seem to match up, especially given the fact that most people seemed to know who the guy was. Jeez, how did people know this stuff? According to Grayson, the guy in the picture was just a regular old guy who had done something important in history. Shrug. But apparently he'd invented the telephone? Alright then, if they said so. Grayson wasn't about to argue with that. "You could say that he started a revolution -- a huge change in society and the way it works -- with his invention." Or something along those lines. |
Clara recognized the pictured man immediately - she was good at putting names to faces - but, it seemed that most people knew, too. Actually, not true ... a lot of people had no clue but were trying to be funny. ....... Well, they tried. She glanced across at Gabriel, a small smile creeping across her face. She knew that he also knew the answer, and that he was probably itching to exhibit his knowledge. After jotting down some notes, she also made her own contribution, adding to some kid's (Xavier) point. "Alexander Graham Bell. His wife and mother were both deaf." Apparently, that was something that had influenced his studies and work. Quite a remarkable man among muggles. |
Henric turned to the girl named Clara who answered the professor's questiom. His wife and mother were both deaf....ohh...he didn't know that. He had known children who were born deaf or blind...he couldn't imagine how much they had gone through trying to lead a normal life. The man must be a genius to invent something so phenomenal in his life. He wondered if he got the inspiration from them...Henric would...no matter how small it was, he would make a difference in their lives. He quietly listened to the answers that was given and took notes while he at it. |
So Cinna was just sitting there quietly in the back of the classroom. She was in the back today for no reason really other than there was no where else to sit sliding into the classroom right at the last minute. Of course she was not late and just not early either. She didn't even get to greet the professor. Oppsss, hopefully she wouldn't mind. The sixth year would just on stop by Moxley's office with a pan full of her famous Cinnamon rolls. The professor would love them, EVERYONE loved her Cinnamon rolls. As the class started the professor showed them a picture of a man with a long beard. Being in the back of classroom, boy how did anyone see what was going on in the front of the room from back there. The lioness squinted her brown eyes, trying to see who was in the picture. Oh.... That's the "The dude that invented the telephone Alex Bell?" Not that it was real name it was Alexander Graham Bell. Yes Alex Bell sounded much better. |
WHO was that? Caleb had never heard of any of the people his classmates were naming - except Santa, from Dot, which he had to agree seemed the most likely answer right now - but the picture was absolutely ZERO help. All muggles had large beards in the 1800's or whatever. But he obviously did SOMETHING important... He raised his hand. "Is that that Albert Einstein guy? He looks like an Albert," he told the professor. |
Kace saw Professor Moxley starting the lesson. He was pretty pumped that he was one of the very few that was early. He saw Emmy made her entrance and she was fashionably late as usual. He grinned and waved to her. Then he saw on the board a picture of some dude. Who was this dude? He wasn't Albert Einstein though. That is for sure. He didn't recognize him off the bat. Then he heard someone mention Alexander Graham Bell and he began to pick up the idea of the lesson. They were going to do something with telephones. He wasn't gonna repeat what was said because why bother right? He just sat there silently and waited for the next question. |
Philipe looked at the picture... Was he supposed to know the muggle, but he followed to follow suit, raising his hand, "He's the inventor of the telephone, professor." He glanced over at the picture again, creepy... creepy looking man to him really. |
Damien and Prof. Mox. Rorie nodded and sent a small salute to the professor, "Prof. Mox." She watched him approach, a small smile on her face. It's meaning in life to completely masquerade the feeling inside. This boy made her grinch heart grow three times the diminutive size. Made it beat to remind her that, alas, she was indeed human. With human feelings and such. That kiss caught her off guard though. Not only did her cardiac organ flutter, but her eyes went wide. DAMIEN ANDERSON-BELFORT, SHE WAS TRYING TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE. Even then, she snorted. "Sit down, you dork. Before you get us both kicked out." Ror faced forward, trying to ignore the smirk on her face. Yeah, she knew the man. From somewhere. Probably some lecture her father was giving where she wasn't paying attention...again. Also, Rorie was kind of......afraid....to open her mouth in class. Maybe because like....bad stuff always happened when she did. Damien was also in the impact zone and didn't want him to get damaged. His face was too pretty for that. |
Didn't Professor Moxely know? History was his weakness, his achilles heal so to speak. He just couldn't do it. AND on top of that, the dude in the photo looked ANCIENT, if he wasn't wearing clothes, Zeke would have thought the man was prehistoric, like, one of them EARLY HUMANS or something. Beard, the man had an ancient beard... the type of beard that could only be rivalled by an ancient wizard... but he must have been muggle cause it wasn't long enough AND it was Muggle Studies he was in. Mmmhhhmmm. Zeke sat there, listening to the others respond, there was no need for him to weigh in on this one, he'd chip in his two knuts when he had something worthwhile to say. |
"Yes I am." She answered with a nod of her head and another smile to the Professors question of her having a nice day. It was still rather early yet but so far things were going well for her. Shifting about on her chair Hady moved to rest her feet on one of the bars under her table so her feet were set firmly on something. It made things a bit more comfortable for her. Her attention was pulled to the front of the room where an old photo was shown. The man in the photo she knew from her school days back home when she attended muggle schooling. However many already gave the answer she Hady kept quiet for now and waited to see if whatever they'd be doing today had something to do with the telephone. Surely it did. |
Janelle was rather excited to be in Muggle Studies class. Besides Care of Magical Creatures, it was probably the class in which she felt most comfortable. She was wondering what they would be learning today. Just then, the Professor showed everyone a picture to be identified. She wasn't sure who it was, but she decided to take a very wild guess. Raising her hand, Janelle replied. "He looks like that guy who was the captain of the Titanic.". Well he did. However the likelihood of that being the correct answer was probably slim. Most of Janelle's classmates seemed to think it was Alexander Graham Bell. She tried to think of what she knew about him that hadn't already been said. |
Mox. Ror. Look at that, finally a Professor that called him by his full last name. Praise Merlin and all that, man. All the other Prof’s shortened it, which he understood, it was a mouthful, still it was nice hearing the whole thing. “Sorry Professor, I’ll abstain next time.” He said, giving Moxley a cheery wave. Rorie, pls. she was making this not kissing her thing a serious issue. “Psh, so cautious… “ He teased, watching her rosy lips curve into that smirk that he was so impossibly fond of. The distracted boy took his seat, glancing away from the object of his affection to the picture of- “That’s Bell, right? … Something Graham Bell?” Damien said. It was the beard that triggered the memory, because seriously, who could forget it? “I can’t remember his first name… Anderson? Alexi- no, Alexander.” He nodded, that felt right, felt like It clicked. His father had taught him about Mr. Bell back when he’d been teaching him about beard history… Don’t ask. |
Leah was sitting in the middle of the Muggle Studies classroom... with Jackson. As she was one of the last students to enter the room, she did not have a chance to chat before the lesson officially started. So. A picture of an old man. The Hufflepuff stared at his face for a LONG time. Nothing really came to mind. She remembered seeing his face in her textbook though. DUH, Leah. This was class-related, after all. "Is he a Muggle?" she said with her hand raised. |
*has been here since the beginning obviously* Ah, yes, Muggle Studies. Not Adrienne's least favourite class, but certainly not one she was particularly passionate about either. Sure, it was fun to see some of the silly ways muggles had managed to get around the sad lack of magic in their lives, but... was it really worth dedicating an entire class to? She could be practising for Defence Against the Dark Arts, if this waste of time weren't obligatory. Still, here she was, and here was Professor Moxley, obnoxiously cheerful as usual. And here was a picture of some dude she'd never seen before. Adrienne raised her hand, quirking an eyebrow. "Some old guy in dire need of a better beard," she said, tone cynical. Seriously though, it looked like a bum sticking out from his chin. Terrible, awful beard. |
Moxley, as always, was pleasantly surprised by just how many students were able to identify Alexander Graham Bell from his picture. It pleased her to know that important members of muggle society were being learned about and remembered. As for some of the other answers, the brunette couldn’t help but laugh good naturedly at them, Mr. Mordaunt’s especially. She was okay with silly as long as it wasn’t over the top. Who didn’t like to laugh, yeah? SPOILER!!: A guy who did a thing whilst having a beard Clapping her hands to grab everyone’s attention, Moxley first turned her attention to those answers that were a bit obvious, off the mark, and mostly about the man’s beard. It was sort of fabulous, wasn’t it? She’d always wanted a beard to stroke thoughtfully. ...Anyway-”This man was indeed a muggle and did have a beard, yes. Well spotted.” She winked and continued on. ”And actually, mustaches and beards were extremely popular during this gentleman’s lifetime. “ Just a fun fact for those interested. ”But no, this is not Santa or someone competing for the world’s biggest beard contest. I’d hope he’d have put in a bit more effort if that was the case, Ms. Valentine.” SPOILER!!: Historical figures who aren’t quite right, sorry! Next Moxley focused on those mentioning well known historical figures, though these figures weren’t the one she was searching for. ”I can see why some of you guessed like you did, considering the age and hair on the person in question. I can say that George Washington and J.R.R. Tolkien had less hair on their faces than this man, while Einstein and Captain Edward John Smith had a bit more in pictures often shown.” But still the kiddos had given it a shot and she could appreciate it. Not everyone could be right all the time. SPOILER!!: The quiet ones Those who remained quiet were still noticed by Moxley. Her eyes were scanning the room as answers poured in, making sure that notes were being taken and people were paying attention. She was glad to see that most of these were, though she was a bit worried about Natalia. Girl looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Hm. SPOILER!!: Right on the money! Yes! Finally the answers she’d been looking for. Meredith beamed at the class and nodded enthusiastically, giving double thumbs up to the group as a whole. ”This is indeed Mr. Alexander Graham Bell! A man born on March 3, 1847. Right in Edinburgh, in fact!” Exciting, yes? ”He was an accomplished scientist, engineer, and inventor! So actually, you weren’t far off with the genius guess, Mr. Mordaunt!” Well done. ”And as Ms. Wilde and Mr. Fullmer mentioned, both his wife and his mother were deaf, a fact that had a great influence on his work. He actually went as far as to study the human voice.” Which was no doubt helpful when working to invent the telephone. ”He also worked at several schools for the deaf.” She paused here, allowing the class to get caught up with notes. ”Now Bell didn’t have to do all his work alone. He actually had quite the assistant named Thomas Watson, an electrical designer. Mr. Banner mentioned the name when he recounted the first words spoken over a working telephone!” And she’d been impressed by that so a smile for you, Mr. Banner. “Ms. Kittredge mentioned that there is some debate about whether or not Bell should be credited as the inventor of the telephone as he wasn’t the only one racing to make it possible to communicate that way. A woman named Elisha Gray was also working at the same time to get a patent to make this possible but it is said that in the end, Alexander was awarded with that patent. “ But it was a good point to bring up. ”Now Mr. Whitlock brought up an interesting point. Up until the telephone, communicating to loved ones outside of your household wasn’t always easy so an invention like that definitely created new opportunities for people to reach out. What other ways do you think society was changed by the invention of the telephone?” |
It was interesting that both the inventor's mother and wife were deaf. She wondered just how that came to be, but then it made sense when Moxley noted that he had worked at schools for the deaf. So the man had truly dedicated his life to working with the hearing impaired, a passion undoubtedly stemming from his mother's own impairment? That was pretty cool, when Sophie thought about it, for if his mother hadn't had that disability, Bell quite likely would've had a completely different line of work and a different wife. It was fascinating how such things could completely alter one's life, wasn't it? Coming back to the current discussion just as Moxley posed her question, Sophie gave a thoughtful hum before raising her hand. "Welllll... in our society, our equivalent of a telephone might be... like... two-way mirrors, or head-only transport with the Floo Network, or patronuses for quick exchanges of messages. With our ways of magic, we can really easily call for help in case of an emergency... and I'm thinkin', before this guy Bell invented the telephone for Muggles, getting help in an emergency situation was probably a lot harder and it wasn't as easy to get help like that, right? With a telephone, they could phone to the other side of town for a doctor instead of... having to send someone there to retrieve 'em or somethin', y'know?" Was that the kind of thing Moxley had been looking for? She didn't know what they'd even used before a telephone, but she envisioned messengers running by foot to seek help when something went wrong. A dreadful thought, really. Wizards had it so much easier - they could floo and apparate at the drop of a hat and provide assistance in seconds. Those poor, poor Muggles. |
Aha. So Mr Beards was actually Mr Bell, inventor of the telephone and NOT the earphones. Oh, well. The telephone was just as important as that. Adi made the necessary notes with his pen, shaking with laughter still at some of the funny answers that had been given. Angel's was the most hilarious, by the way. As for the next question, Adi raised his hand without much thought. "Partners in businesses can have a conference call with each other even if they are in various parts of the world to discuss there ideas and strategies.'' Mhmm. Adi knew. His dad did that all the time even at home. |
Woot. 5 points to AJ because she had been right. Okay, technically she just made an educated guess based off of what others were saying, but it was still a winning answer. And she didn't actually get any points. Ahem. Moving on. Hmm... how else has society changed? She could go so many different ways with this one. AJ listened to Sophie and Adi's answers. Both were great. What could she add? Thinking for a minute, AJ's hand shot into the air. "It helped let people know when you were mad at them. I hear that nothing is more satisfying than slamming down the phone into its receiver after telling them they were a git... from dramatic affect you see." Beam. |
Benny had remained quiet as some of the other students had ventured guess at who was in the picture, preferring to listen to what was brought up. It wasn't like he was the best and reconizing figures, especially muggle ones. An inventor it seemed, the Gryffindor writing down the man's name in his notes while Professor Moxley further explained to the class just who he was. Alexander Graham Bell. Digesting the information that they were being given, Benny was taking notes as best he could. Family deaf...partner named Watson...worked on the telephone. Oh...the telephone. He might not be too familiar with the muggle world but that invention was something he had heard of, even used. "It made long-distance communication faster and easier." |
Oh, that's right, the telephone. Adrienne remembered that Maman had had to use those at work sometimes, back when she was still a muggle journalist. She had a few vague memories of a toy 'fellytone' when she was a kid, but thinking about her parents and her childhood was already making bitterness rise in her throat like bile. She shoved it all down and tried to focus on the teacher. Alexander Bell. 1847. Edinburgh. Right. For all that Adrienne didn't care about this class, she still took fairly diligent notes, jotting down everything Professor Moxley said into a notebook page neatly labelled with her name and the date. She didn't have much to add that the other three hadn't already said, but raised her hand nonetheless. "People wouldn't be as afraid to leave the place they grew up in, yeah? They knew they'd be able to ring someone up and talk to them quickly, so it didn't matter as much if they were around their families for their whole lives." |
What other ways do you think society was changed by the invention of the telephone? "Ridiculously annoying companies can phone you up at ridiculous hours of the morning and offer you PPI or a new network or phone provider or something else you're not interested in. But it made it easier for society to just ignore salespeople because it's easier to put the phone down on someone than it is to slam a door in their face. You feel less rude." And he should know, he'd done both of those things many a time. Dalton was sure that secretly, everyone he lived with was bloody overjoyed when it was him who answered the door or the phone - communication with the other party seemingly ended fairly quickly when that was the case. Unlike a lot of people, he didn't have a problem with being rude, just an opinion that they should have chosen different jobs if they didn't like his reaction. What even was PPI? Something NO one cared about, he was sure. |
Some of her classmates were going cute and funny answers to the question. LOL. Santa. Lux had to try not to laugh at the adorableness of it. As Professor Moxley went on to explain things a little further, Lux proceeded to take notes. Even though she knew a little about Alexander Graham Bell there was a lot more that she could learn. As the next question was asked, she raised her hand. "It makes it MUCH faster to speak to someone. Instead of sending letters back and forth which could take AGES, you can simply call someone on the phone and talk to them! Sort of like how we have two-way mirrors." She absolutely loved her mirror! |
struggles not to make Sherlock joke with last name like Watson Okay, so they were talking about telephones today. Today had been the first time Ophelia had ever actually SEEN a telephone, though she had heard about them. Apparently, they made communication faster between Muggles and their other muggle counterparts. Her father told her that one. He also mentioned how terribly expensive they could be, and how apparently everyone always had them glued to their faces. Which when she was a little kid, brought images of special face glue to stick phones to cheeks. This was hilarious, of course, until her mom found the little blonde in the living room attempting to crazy glue a piece of paper made to look like what her depiction of a cell phone to her cheek. Her mother was none too pleased with that. Anyway, Alexander Graham Bell. The guy who invented the telephone. The thirteen year old couldn't help but wonder what was running through his mind when he thought of the idea. Faster communication? Was it possible he was just bored? Sometimes great things happened when you were bored. Like once, Ophelia got bored and started mixing soft drinks together for a taste test. The results made her sick, but the testing led to a better understanding of science, and the creation of her new favorite drink of all time. Writing down his name in her quill and making sure her left hand wasn't smudged with ink, the shorter girl listened to the rest of the Professors words. Had an assistant named Watson. Deaf family members, worked in a school for the deaf, studied the human voice. Very important stuff. But.... why? For the life of her, the kid couldn't figure out why this man felt the need to invent such an object. Obviously the thought of faster communication was a luxury, but with a guy who seemed to spend most of his life caring for or studying the deaf, this seemed to have nothing to do with the afflicted. Heck, Ophelia couldn't even see any way the deaf would use this device! HAND RAISE. "Professor, I'm a tad confused. You mentioned how he spent a lot of his time caring for, or studying the human voice and people who are deaf. But there doesn't seem to be a way for deaf people to use that device at all! Why did he invent the device?" The question. Don't forget to answer the question at hand here. "Besides all of that stuff about faster communication that mostly everyone said. But for a guy who spent a lot of his life studying people who couldn't use a device like this and then make said device, it's kind of interesting, right?" Did that make sense,? She hoped it made sense. Because if not, then she probably just asked an awkward, slightly offensive question. And she was sorry. But if so, then she took a crack at it and hit a goal-run! Okay, so having a muggle father taught her nothing about their sports. But still, important questions. |
He made an interesting point? Well of course he did. Smirking to himself, Grayson picked up his quill and started jotting a thing or two down on his piece of parchment. Kinda needed to know this and all. Maybe. Eh. Now for the next question: how had the invention of the telephone changed society? Eaaaaaaasy! Or it would have been if the first few answers hadn't already been said out loud. So, the boy started tapping his quill lightly against his desk as he tried to think of something else. Why did HE like to call someone? Bingo! "It means you don't have to see someone all the time. Communication I made easier and faster and you can talk to people without actually having to see them. Great, isn't it? Especially if you're a lazy git and want to stay in your pyjamas all day long. Sounds fantastic to me." Shrug. |
Aha! So she was right! It was Alexander Graham Bell. The only reason Natalia remembered the face was because... well, he kinda looked like a nice teddy old-man. Natalia continued to take in around sixty-percent of the information the professor was throwing out at the class. A couple of times, Natalia had to ponder 'really?' before absorbing in the new facts. She did not know ANY of the information on Bell's personal life, yet they were quite interesting and somehow relevant to the inspiration his innovation. Of course, all of this would have been quite interesting to Natalia if she wasn't so exhausted. The fourth year remembered to make certain mental notes to each of the information she received: Thomas Watson? Ew, what a common name; Elisha Gray? Never heard of that name, but what a shame that she couldn't receive the patent. How society was changed by the telephone? The muggle world was of course, deeply affected by the new way of communicating. To more, um, traiditonal wizarding family, it barely made a ripple in the pond. But she had to say, magical or not, a world without the telephone was a world without... LIGHT. Okay, maybe not to that extent, but telephones were pretty significant. Besides all the points her classmates had mentioned, Natalia was not impressed by any of them. Grinning slightly, the Lioness believed she had thought the most ingenious point of all. Perhaps she should raise her hand and contribute to the class discussion this time. Yes, she couldn't contain her ingenious idea all to herself. "No telephone, no telephone booth." Grinning wider, the fourth year felt her weariness diminishing slowly as she spoke aloud in class. "No telephone booth, one less convenient way of entering the Ministry of Magic." INGENIOUS, wasn't it? Come on, who would want to get in the Ministry by using the public toilets? DISGUSTING. |
Angel raised her hand and smiled. "Professor! It made it easier to get your messages to other people, like before the phone if something happened say at work then someone would have to go and run and tell someone probably." Angel was sure that must have been the case. "Now though they could just ring up and tell who they needed to right." That was a lot easier, say if the store or something was shut because of something then going around to everyone. |
Hady hadn't given an answer to the first question but she had pulled out a sheet of parchment and her quill to write down the answer and everything else Professor Moxley had said. It was always good to keep detailed notes just in case things ever came up and something was needed. When the next question was asked she raised her hand. "It made it easier to give family and friends good new? Like a marriage or birth of a baby...maybe even invite them for the wedding or to see the new child." This was just a thought but things like marriage and new family members were always a celebrated thing weren't they? So surely people would've taken advantage of this invention when possible for these things. Plus who didn't like getting good news? |
Hughbert KNEW the answer. He didn't even raise his hand he was so confident of it. Instead, he just spoke out loudly and hoped he would be heard. As he was a genius and his answer was far superior because it enabled one of the necessities of living (if they all actually existed). Food. "It enabled an eventuality of ordering food to be delivered right to your house." MIC DROP. |
Henric was jotting down whatever Professor Moxley had told them about the muggle telephone inventor. It was a pity another muggle woman inventor did not manage to obtain a patent for her communication device too. It was not surprising, woman scientific contributions for the society weren't highly regarded like their male counterparts back then. One of them made a valid point, what really prompt the inventor to create such a brilliant device whereas it would be hard to use for the deaf. Henric continued to listen to his classmates answer before adding one of his own,"Professor, telephone was made to hear and communicate over long distances instantly without worrying when you owl going to arrive, it is a fast and easy way for muggles to reach for each other,however they can also make use of it to track your whereabouts as soon as you made a call," he grinned.Heheh.. watching muggle movies and muggle police shows thought him that. |
Oh, so it wasn't J. R. R. Tolkien? Bugga. At least she had guessed. It was Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone. That was interesting. Perhaps this class was about muggle communication, or possibly inventions. Interesting either way. But what other ways was society changed by the invention of the telephone? Zhenya didn't know, her live certainly hadn't changed by the invention of the telephone. She had never even used one of the things. But she raised her hand anyway, "Perhaps if someone had a broken wrist and couldn't write letters anymore, the telephone would have changed society because they could still communicate to people." That seemed like a pretty good suggestion. It would be very inconvenient if someone had broken an arm or wrist when the only method of communication was writing a letter or telegram. |
Toby was thinking THINGS. Mostly things related to the lesson, but his brain was doing that thing where it was going too fast for him to keep up, and jumping all over the place no matter how hard he tried to keep it on track. Phones. Right. Phones. Muggle society. Change. Muggles. Yes. And then all at once, Toby realised his hand was in the air and that he'd already started talking, uh... rambling. Fast rambling. Welp. May as well go with it. "It's interesting, Professor; if you sorta look at our community and the muggle community, mainly at Hogwarts or where there's loads of magic. Like... we don't have phones here, 'cause electricity won't work. We can have other communication thingies, like with magic, which you could argue are like more advanced, right? Floo and mirrors and-" Woooahhhhh. He almost said 'patronuses' there, but managed to catch himself... not that it wasn't a method of communication, but... well... ahem... never mind... "... But take all the magic stuff away and when you look at how things work here it's pretty archaic from a muggle perspective, which makes sense 'cause magic has always tended to override electricity anyway. But yeah maybe that's how muggles used to communicate? In the olden days, like. Messengers and sending birds, like we still do, except we moved on to using magical gadgets and doohickeys and spells, and they moved on to phones and texting and internet. Did you know the internet used to use the phone line? Without phones, I bet internet would never have happened. And internet is super great. Real amazing." Just FYI to anyone listening, y'know. Dead handy. "Muggles have internet but we can't have it in places where there's lots of magic because of the electricity thing. Their society thing got way further than ours in that way, didn't it?" Um. So. Toby had just... totally taken that question and run with it. He didn't even seem to notice how carried away he'd got. He just sat there and nodded earnestly, spinning his quill between his fingers at something close to warp speed. |
Thank you Sebby! 11 year olds were a lot more trustworthy than people thought. Or maybe that was just Sebastian. He was a weirdo. Either way, Norah beamed at Professor Moxley and wrote all the stuff she said down on her parchment. Telephones. Radical. She used those to talk to gran n' gramps sometimes when she was at home. but not a whole lot 'cause apparently she talked too loudly. That wasn't very fair 'cause gramps couldn't even hear that well when she yelled to y'know she wasn't doing anything wrong. The fourth year shot a hand up in the air at the next question 'cause she knew this one from EXPERIENCE. This was one of the only classes where the experience thing ever happened, so that was fun. "Well you can talk to people far away so I bet people were even happier moving other places because you didn't have to wait a million years for a telegram or something. I don't think you get as homesick if you can talk to people you love on the phone automatically whenever you want." Her eyebrows crept together as she thought about that some more. "But then why do we use owls here instead of telephones? Wouldn't it be faster?" She couldn't get Marcel to send her candy over a phone but it made sense in all the other ways, if you thought about it. Or maybe it didn't make sense in all the other ways. Okay. Now she was getting confused. What was happening again? |
Kace heard the name Alexander Graham Bell and he did sound familiar. He took notes that he invented the telephone. Well that was basic information since he learned it in elementary school. As he was done taking notes, he heard Moxley's question and he thought about it and answered, "Well Professor I imagine the only form of communication was writing a letter. I am pretty sure people were getting tired of writing and the slowness of the post. They were inspired by the idea of communicating quickly with the touch of a phone. I know the invention was a big clanker though. I can't imagine using that now.." he shrugged. He thought he answered the question right. I mean he gave his own thoughts which that is all that mattered. Let's see what Moxley had to say. |
HMMM, that was kind of a good question. Caleb didn't know a whole lot about communications in the muggle world, but he did know that muggle kids seemed to be ADDICTED to their phone. He raised his hand, tapping his chin as he did so and formulated his answer in his head. "I think the world would be completely different. Cellular phones have helped track down criminals, kidnap victims, stolen cars...all because of satelletes and stuff. Without phones, we wouldn't have the NEED for all those things up in space, and technology as we know it probably wouldn't be as advanced," he explained. Not that they NEEDED all that stuff. Caleb knew the wizarding way of "less is more" was soooo much better. |
So it was Alexander Graham Bell. Janelle began to write notes as the Professor talked about him. She knew a little about the man, but not much. When the next question was asked, Janelle raised her hand and began to speak. "If a person has to move a lot, they have a way of keeping in touch with the friends they leave behind. They can always pick up the phone and give them a call." Janelle knew about this first hand. She had done more than her share of moving around and it was comforting to know that she could talk to her friends and family whenever she wanted.......or whenever her mom let her call them. Then she added, "Oh, and deaf people can use the telephone. They have a special kind of phone that deaf people can type their message into and send to their friends. And they can also read the messages that other people send to them." Just a little bit of random information that Janelle knew. |
Telephones, hmm? Dot wiggled in her seat and tried to consider the question at hand... how had society been impacted by the invention of the telephone? She'd seen them before, and used one once, even. Or no, she'd put her ear to a payphone and her mother had shrieked about germs and they'd had to go home immediately so Dot could have a bath. But still! "It's made the world loads smaller, Professor. I mean, before you had a way to talk to someone quickly on the other side of the country, it would take a while to pass letters back and forth. But now you can do it in a moment. It's like... your gran never has to come to visit, because she can talk to you on the phone. Which is good, because she pinches cheeks and smells like cabbage stew." |
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Regardless, he's gotten the answer correct, so that was good. The second question was easy. Sometimes when Xavi went camping with his family in the summers, they left all types of technology more advanced than a compass at home. No phone, no computers, no tablets, nothing. It was amazing the difference it made in their family time. He raised his hand to speak. "The telephone Graham Bell invented was very simple, but now we have smartphones and things. They make people stupider," was that a word? "Like, sometimes muggles don't know how to talk to people because they always talk with texts and facebook and things." Right? Like, phones were good and all, but only as needed, not something you looked at seven thousand times in a day. |
Well, at least he was right. A certain genius muggle who invented something important. He was the inventor of telephone, which is a muggle communication tools that has been useful for them. Jackson had ever used the old-style telephone before, and the wireless what they called handphone too. Muggles technology was like a magic for them. Raising his hand, the Korean boy gave his opinion. "Well you can get the news in real-time. Like for example... this morning one of your friend got an accident and then you can use telephone to tell other friend that she got an accident just right after it happened. If told them by mail, The news is not that new and real time anymore." Well, hopefully it make sense. |
Okay, he was gonna sit out this round and just listen, okay? 'Cause he was gonna say something about making the world smaller with international communication, but then little Dot went and said that. So he couldn't just repeat her answer. It'd make him look like an answer-stealer and a cheater. And he wasn't about that life. So sorry Professor Moxley, but sigh. This one is a bit too theoretical for the middle of the week. He did pay attention other people's answers... Though he sorta got lost with Toby's somewhere along the way, but it sounded smart (like he always did) so Zander probably agreed. Maybe. Actually, what was it that Toby was saying again? Then that Slytherin guy who brought food into it. Man, why'd he have to go and do that? Now Zander was just sitting here thinking about Chinese takeout. Dangerous. And then that Claw girl went and Zander found himself kind of personally offended by her answer. Phones didn't make muggles stupider??? Okay, maybe he was going to talk. "I think it'd make people smart actually," he nodded. "'Cause you've got to figure out how to work all the new technology. Not everyone can keep up with that stuff." Especially old people. So ha. Ravenclaw just got Ravenclawed by a Gryffindor. Er, okay maybe not. But at least he tried? |
Soooooooo .... theory was totes not his thing. Graham Bell... yep, the name sounded vaguely familiar now, it was one of those boring things he was supposed to learn in muggle school. He might have exceed himself for an extended toilet break that time. Oh well. He still understood the gist of how telephones worked and stuff. Figuring he could contribute to some extent, Zeke raised his hand. "Like with most technologies, they can always be improved. They can be made to do more things, do them faster or more efficiently, to become stronger, more durable, with better energy sources and smaller or larger depending on what you prefer. So like, with the phone, it got better over the years, and communication in general became more different, like, there are more varieties today than there were a hundred years ago." |
Nope, nope. Ever since Professor Moxley had shown that picture of that old man, Wylie had zone out. How could he not? He was staring at a man, who was the oldest mad he had ever seen in his whole entire life, he was sure. And not only that, but that very old man had one of THE grossest beards he had ever laid eyes on. What the Merlin? How was he supposed to pay attention to anything NOW? With thoughts about all the gross and old food that got stuck in that beard. What about all the OTHER things that could get stuck in it? Like BUGS. And TRASH. And PEOPLE! The image of a person, getting sucked right into that thing on that guy's face was vivid and he couldn't help but shiver in his seat. Gross. Gross. GROSS. As for the question he barely heard? "It made it easier to tell a person with a gross beard that they have a gross beard without them knowing who it is telling them that their beard is gross!" |
Sorry for the wait. RL is crazy <3 SPOILER!!: Tophie, Lux, and the Wizarding World/Muggle World comparisons! Yes! YES! This was what Moxley was talking about. She was all about the students making connections between the muggle world and the wizarding one, as that was what she was trying to make them see each time she taught, that the issues in both societies are the same, even when we have different ways of dealing with them. ”Excellent thinking Ms. Brown, Mr. Fuller Thompson, and Ms. Carrington! In both muggle and wizarding society, communication is vital, sometimes for our survival. As Ms. Brown mentioned, before telephones, handling emergencies was quite difficult. As many doctors made house calls, if they weren’t in the immediate area, getting word to them and having them arrive in a timely fashion wasn’t always easy. In this way, telephones were extremely important to muggles. They connect people directly to help, no matter how far they are from medical facilities.” Nod. Nod. ”And as Ms. Carrington pointed out, with telephones, one could put connected to whoever they needed to speak with quickly, just as we can when we use two-way mirrors.” "Mr. Fuller-Thompson brings up another great point about the wizarding world compared to the muggle one. Here, we still rely on owls to send messages, much like carrier pigeons were used as far back as ancient times in the muggle world. While magic allows us faster methods of communication such as mirrors, floo, and patronuses mentioned, if we were to lose magic for some reason, we’d be left to rely on more archaic means of doing things than those in the muggle world.” The Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuffs received big smiles and a nod of her head. Moxley was impressed by their thinking. SPOILER!!: Communicating with people at greater distances! ”It has already been mentioned that to get in contact with someone before telephones, you needed to rely on mail delivery or in-person communication, both of which weren’t always done quickly. I think Dot summed it up quite well when she said that telephones made the world smaller. It allowed people to communicate with others from across town, or across an ocean. I do think this made it much easier for people to move away from home because they’d still be able to make contact whenever they needed to hear the voice of someone they were missing. The telephone provided comfort in that sense.” As for Norah’s question, Meredith smiled. ”As Tobias mentioned, electrical devices don’t function well at Hogwarts.” Which was why owl delivery, as well as the other means mentioned, were what the students and staff relied on. SPOILER!!: Alexander, the deaf, and telephones Moxley smiled at Ophelia, happy to see that her mind was working. Her questions were valid, though Meredith didn’t feel she could really speak for Bell. ”It is interesting, Ms. Clarke. All I can say is that perhaps Bell was interested in communication in general, and that is why his journey lead him to work with the deaf, as well as invent something for the hearing.” And she had more to add but Ms. Guidry chimed in to provide the answer Meredith was going to share. ”Indeed, Janelle! These special telephones are called captioned telephones, Ms. Clarke. They have a screen which shows in text, everything that the person on the phone is communicating. ” Unfortunately Moxley didn’t know much more than that but she could certainly find reading materials on it, if Ophelia was still interested. SPOILER!!: Easier to pass news along to people Indeed! Moxley nodded her head, agreeing with the students as more answers poured in. ”Yes, passing on news was certainly made easier with the telephone! Both in the sense that you could communicate it quickly and in that it saved you the physical effort of having to write to, or go and see, the person you needed to speak with.” And no, that didn’t mean people were necessarily lazy. Who wanted to walk miles and miles to share that they were having a baby or whatever? Certainly not her. SPOILER!!: Made it so you didn’t have to see people, if you didn’t want to Well, weren’t these kiddos a happy bunch? Moxley tried not to smile, she really did, but she was so amused. Any prank calls received in the future at her residence- because of course she had a phone, hello!-and these would be some of the prime suspects. Well, if they were savvy at figuring out her number, anyway. ”The telephone is definitely a way for people to get messages, sometimes unpleasant ones, across without the caller having to see the callee. It also means a quicker way to end said communication without having to actually deal with the consequences. In this way, some could say the telephone is a negative thing. Sometimes people might be emboldened by the fact they aren’t actually seeing the person they’re talking to.” Just a thought. SPOILER!!: Technology, some pros and some cons And now some pros and cons provided by the students and elaborated on by on Meredith Moxley. You’re welcome. ”The invention of the telephone had a domino effect, if you will. It inspired many other inventions that came after it, leading to even new ways to communicate today. Mr. Hughbert mentioned that one can call on the phone and have food delivered to your home but now, not only can you call, but you can also use the internet to connect you to restaurants and place orders. You don’t even have to talk on the phone anymore to communicate something like that. Also, things like cellphones, a portable version of home phones, have been constantly revamped so that they can do things like update you on weather, the events going on in the lives of your loved ones, and even act as a tracker to help locate you, or a stolen item you left your phone in. It’s all quite amazing the way the inspiration from one invention can create a ripple effect you’ll continue to see years from that first stone tossed into the proverbial water.” Nod. Nod. Pausing to let everyone catch up on notes, Moxley gave an encouraging smile. She knew this was a lot of information to take in. ”Now for the cons. Yes, all of the technology sometimes means people focus more on their phones than what’s going on elsewhere and that can be an issue. I don’t think that necessarily makes them stupid and would like to say that instead, perhaps phones can be a bigger distraction than some can handle. Also, they allow people access to your life. For example, dealing with people who’ve gotten your number and sold it to persistent businesses looking to rope you into something you’re not interested in. There are always drawbacks to new inventions and those are just a few.” And that was a lot of information, Merlin! Time for Moxley to give her voice a rest for a bit! The brunette went to her desk and pulled out an enlarged picture, turning to then fix it to the white board. "Now I'm sure all of you are getting tired of my voice," Moxley joked, a big smile on her face. "So I'd like everyone to take some time to copy down the image I've put up on the board. Now this is obviously not the most up to date version of the telephone but it will be helpful to you when doing your homework. So everyone, get started on that and then we'll move on to our activity!" |
Kace heard Moxley go over A LOT of stuff. I mean some stuff he never thought to mention. He began to scribble some stuff in his notes but he mostly knew this telephone information because he had one in the muggle world. Usually his mother let him work the telephone. I mean you know how many times his aunts and uncles called the house. Like constantly. Anyways as Moxley began to move on, he saw the diagram and he thought it was really old fashioned. He was like this is dinosaur aged. He chuckled and began to copy down the diagram and he was sketching it the best he could. He was like laughing because this isn't what they used back in the muggle world. I mean this was something used in the business world. After he was done and satisfied he waited for more directions. |
Penelope jotted down a few notes about the pros and cons of telephones and what later inventions were possible because of the telephone. It was interesting how the invention of the telephone allowed better communication and led to new inventions. Looking up at the picture on the board, Penelope studied the labels of the different parts. That phone looked about a hundred years old. Penelope copied the diagram into her notes. There was the base and the dial pad and the handset and the handset cord... Penelope finished labeling her diagram and waited silently for the class to move on to the activity. |
Lots and lots of information was being given at the moment. Let's just say it was a good thing that AJ came from an all muggle background because she pretty much knew all this stuff. Minus, the important dudes that invented the phone and all the specific details about them, but did that really matter? She sure didn't think so. AJ blinked a few times at the diagram. Um, outdated was not exactly the term she would use. Ancient. Old school. Like, way back when. Did people actually have phones like this anymore? She imagined this was the sort of frame of mind a wizard would have when it came to muggle technology. The brunette drew the phone to the best of her ability and made notations of what everything was even though she already knew it. Look at her being a model student over here. |
Henric nodded..and nodded...woah...soo much information just for a telephone.He made quick bullet point notes for each pros and the cons of the telephone in his notebook. Henric stared at the diagram for a moment...yep...it was definitely ancient.He thought if he had a muggle great-great grandfather, he believed he had used one of them before during his time. He copied the diagram onto his notebook and tried drawing some of the parts down scratch that...more like doodled on it. Basically, his drawing consisted of mostly uneven shapes of squares and rectangles. The hard part was drawing the handset cord,hmm...whatever...he made weird squiggly circles and leave it like that. He then labeled each one of them last...DONE! He admired his handiwork, okay...it was the most ugliest drawing he had ever done in his life. But ehh...it would do...lets move on. |
Outdated? That was one way to put it...Caleb didn't know why they weren't studying muggle MOBILE phones. Weren't those what all the cool kids were using these days? Did anyone even USE a house phone anymore? Everyone had moved to mobile phones, except his Great Uncle Ben, who thought that house land lines had some sort of nostalgic charm to them. But he was super weird, so there was that. He scribbled down the diagram on his parchment as instructed and then sat back, waiting for class to continue. |
It seemed that Lux, Toby, and Sophie gave the answers that Professor Moxley was looking for based on her response to them. Drawing connections between both societies was always good in her opinion, and made things easier to understand. This lesson was interesting - but then they always were - and Lux made sure to keep detailed notes on what they were learning. Muggle technology was so interesting and it was helpful to learn more about how it works and where it originated from. As a diagram of a telephone appeared on the board, Lux studied it carefully. Turning to a new page in her notebook, she began to slowly and carefully sketch it out. These drawings were always so helpful even if she had used phones before. |
It probably wasn't the best thing that Toby's rambling had ended up being totally on the money, because that was just gonna encourage him. He smiled at Moxley, his big shiny-toothed grin, and got to work trying to quickly jot down all this stuff. It was hard, 'cause there was a lot, but he more or less managed. Next time he looked up, the diagram was there on the board, just as Moxley had said. He took a moment to stare at it for a moment, noticing how weird and different it looked to his phone (which was a mobile). Was that weird rope thing a cord? Or a wire? Wow, that was amazing. SO COOL. Would they get to see one of those IN the FLESH? Or, well... Toby supposed phones didn't HAVE flesh, but how cool would that be? Like a HUMAN PHONE. Some guy who just hangs out in your house, and when you want to call someone you just tell the HUMAN PHONE, and in your friend's house there would be another HUMAN PHONE who'd say your words. HAHA. That would be weird. BUT COOL. But weird. Minutes passed, and Toby was still just staring at that picture, getting quite distracted by and lost in his own thoughts. Eventually he blinked, and just like that, he was back in the room. He was... meant to be doing... something. Oh. OH. RIGHT. DRAWING THE DIAGRAM, OKAY. Not knowing how much time they might have left, Toby hurriedly got to work on copying the diagram. He tried to be neat but likely failed. Plants were his thing, he could draw plant diagrams for dayyyyzzzzzz. STILL, this one wasn't bad. So. Yeah. |
That old old phone diagram looked like it had its own kind of magic. Like the kind of magic where there were loads of buttons and dials and things to fiddle with. The kind of magic that was actually just fun and curiosity and Muggle weirdness combined. Dot pulled out a piece of parchment and did her best to sketch out the diagram as she saw it. Of course, she kept getting distracted by all the different buttons. And that cord thing. Whew, Dot's was a spiraly mess that twisted into a heart and then a planet and then a whirlpool. Dangerous cord thing. Boop boop boop. She poked at all the buttons, smudging her ink a bit before it dried. Oops. |
Norah scribbled and scribbled and scribbled so many notes that she didn't even have time to doodle in between it all. Whew. There sure was a whole LOT to say about these telephone thingies, which was kinda weird 'cause she hadn't been THAT impressed when she'd used one. It didn't have a cool boingy cord like the one in that picture, though. That cord looked like much more fun than the little square thingy mabob she'd used instead. Cordless and portable, yeah, but BORING. Sometimes people payed far too much attention to making things smaller and faster that they lost a lot of the fun stuff. And there was her big thought for the day. Ta da! But it didn't even matter that she didn't get a chance to doodle because apparently they got to draw now! WOOOOOH. The fourth year beamed at Professot Moxley because this was perfect timing for some drawing, before pulling a second bottle of ink (purple, obviously) out of her bag and set it next to the bottle of the glittery kind. Alllll set! She squinted at the drawing as she tried to copy it onto her parchment, switching ink colors every so often for excitement reasons, y'know. Double colors for the buttons and the boingy cord because those were the funnest parts, obviously. Those deserved purple AND glitter, which was pretty special. Once she'd finished the diagram, Norah straightened up to admire her handiwork. Uhh. Well it didn't look exactly the diagram Moxley had shown, but it wasn't THAT bad. Right? OKay fine. Maybe it was that bad. Her different inks had sorta kinda bled together, and apparently drawing straight lines wasn't on the very top of her talent list. But if you put it on its side it looked like a one-eared cow chewing on a keychain! That was COOL. Even cooler than a phone, probably. She'd name the cow Gerome. Yes, good plan. |
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