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Despite the rain earlier that month, the weather for that particular day was significantly the opposite. That was, the air was warm and it was a beautiful morning outside. Unfortunately, the class could not be held outdoors as this particular lesson called for electronics to be used. More directly, they would be using the computers. Today’s setting was quite different from regular lessons. For one thing, a classroom was not being used but the Entertainment Room was. For another, the usual equipment that adorned the Room all seemed to have vanished (but were actually stashed safely and carefully at the back) and every computer that was available had been set up into rows and columns- much like a Muggle computer lab. There were long, rectangular tables that stationed five computers apiece and were accompanied by long benches. The furniture faced the front of the Room where Professor Kaysha’s trusted whiteboard now stood.
Where is your professor?
She’s at the desk temporarily brought in as she tries to focus on putting together future lesson plans. Given the recent occurrences at the School, Kay sometimes found this a challenge. Never the less, she looked up and greeted each arrival.
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Muggle studies had always been in his top classes and now that they were working with computers it was even better. Despite already knowing how to use the search engine, the Ravenclaw still moved his mouse across the screen and clicked it to open the internet.
Once he was on the google search engine, he stopped for a moment. What did he want to look up? Leaning back in his seat and looking around for inspiration, Dorian felt Ammonite move a bit in his pocket.
"oh!" he exclaimed and sat upright again and his fingers began to type out the words "Purple Frogs". And being the REBEL that he was, he didn't click on search or i'm feeling lucky and neither did he press the enter button. Instead, he clicked on 'images' and then clicked search.
He was not dissapointed when a cute purple flubber frogs appeared on the screen. Awesome!
Just... Look up whatever she wanted huh? Josie glanced at the screen again and smiled weakly, there wasn't much she actually did online, other than listen to music and put ideas together for outfits, many of which were for a first date... But it seemed like a good place to start at least.
Though... Now she couldn't help but wonder what kind of fashion she wanted to look up... After shuffling through a few ideas she finally settled on looking up dance dresses... Maybe if she was ever actually asked to a dance it would be a good starting place... Or if Taylor had her go to any more black tie affair parties with her she could talk her step mom into a dress she actually liked for once.
Josie smiled, deciding it would be the best and clicked the search box, simply typing in, formal violet dress for teens and went through searching the pictures that popped up to see if anything managed to catch her eye.
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“I really can’t risk having you lot too comfortable, can I?’’ Kay responded and with a wink. “The chances of falling asleep are higher than ever because of your morning exercises.’’ Maybe she would think about it next year if she still taught here and if the stupid exercises were scrapped. [/SIZE]
"Actually Professor, I think the comfort would really help us open our minds up to the subject," that argument would've done much better in Divinations, but she wasn't about to ask Fletcher for anything comfortable seeing as that man was essentially Voldemort's long lost nephew. He invented uncomfortable. "The way I see it, it's worth a shot to try and see what happens." Felix!Shrug.
When the Gryffindor turned back to her desktop, it had finished booting up and took notice of the 'icons'. Rubbish bin to delete items. Straight forward enough. Why would she want to write that down?
She clicked on the circle with the house colors, WAY more than just twice. And suddenly her screen was FILLING UP like there was no tomorrow. Uh oh. She managed to figure out at that the X at the corner of the screen could help fix that issue and so she took care of it on her own. Look how smart she was.
Once she was down to just ONE google, she looked around the room to make sure hers looked right. This GOOGLE had TWO blue letters, TWO red letters, and one yellow and green. Like their magical house cup hourglasses, but more muggle. HOW DID IT KNOW THAT RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR WERE WINNING THE HOUSE CUP :Whaa:
Zoryn was AMAZED.
She blinked for a few moments, trying to figure out how the google knew that ravenclaw and gryffindor were winning. And after nothing made sense, she decided to try typing. Which took a VERY long time. And ALL two of her index fingers.
She typed Z-O-R-Y-N S-P-I-N-N-E-T into the search bar and hit the google search button. Within .44 seconds she had about 53,000 results. And the first thing on the screen said "images for Zoryn Spinnet", so obviously she clicked on it.
But.
WAIT A MINUTE.
"Professor!!! None of these are me!"
Who were these fake Zoryn Spinnets and why were they trying to steal her identity?????
??????????????????????????????????
Also, she didn't even notice their headmasters appearance. There were bigger crisis to take care of. Like the fact that these fake Zoryns were UGLY and ruining her good name. Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!!!!
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Everything Professor Stewart was saying pretty much got added to her parchment of notes. If she kept going this way, she'd have enough to make a small book! Not that it mattered, Hanna was an expert at note-taking. But on Computers, not so much. So of course she needed the easy step-by-step instructions, even just to turn it on, as some computers were different. Pushing the silver button as directed, Hanna waited a moment before it turned blue, and noises started. It was like a fan. But it was a noise that she heard throughout the classroom, so obviously not a bad sign.
As she waited, watching the computer do its things, she heard Professor Stewart say these computers were old.
OLD?
Hanna frowned, looking at them. They didn't look old. They looked way whizz-bang fancy, but that was probably just because she couldn't really remember what the computers she had used looked like. Further pointing out to the notes being available all day relieved the Ravenclaw. It would be good to come back a bit later, just to make sure she HAD written everything down correctly. Even taking another set of notes in case she lost these ones.
Icons.
Programmes.
Blink, blink.
Settings? Well, sure.
But Chrome? House colours? "Neat," Hanna said as she, with some lost muscle memory, placed her hand on the mouse and with slow awkward movements managed to hover the pointer over the icon. Rapidly click twice. Yes, she did that, and the screen changed. Hanna watched as Chrome opened up!
Professor Stewart game more information, but eMail? What was that? Like... a different way of getting letters to people? Huh. Those muggles really did think of everything. At least owls delivered things pretty quickly, but Hanna knew that there was another postage system out there. But the eMail was a new thing.
And now it was time to explore The WWW. Hanna, with the same slow and awkward movement of the mouse, put the capital I onto the rectangle box and had a think about what she was going to search. She chewed on one of her nails, thinking perhaps nails. She could research the fingernail. Indeed. Tucking her fingers in, so that just her index fingers were pointed out, she scanned the keyboard. From Q to P, and then down from A until she saw the letter F, which she pressed. Okay. Starting back up at Q, she moved her finger across until it saw I, which she pressed. Again, for the remaining eight letters she searched for them, pressed them, and searched again, until she had the word FINGERNAIL typed into the rectangle box.
A brief pause led her to the decision to press the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' box because, well, perhaps she was feeling lucky. And then on her page, she read the word 'Wikipedia' and commenced reading. Deciding that there was a lot of interesting information, Hanna pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, wrote Fingernails up the top, and jotted down a few dotpoints on the subject. She added some doodles, whilst using the little wheel on the mouse to move the page down. "Wow, this is so interesting!" It truly was! She even had to turn the piece of parchment over to have more room. She was so focused on her new project that she didn't even realise Headmaster Scrimgeour entered the room. Which was good, because she certainly would have broken her focus.
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What was all that clicking about? By the time Kay had located the source, Józef seemed to have a trillion Chrome pages open. Another case of a frozen system? “One please, Mr. Kowalski. I’m sorry if the computer froze.’’
* * * * * *
“Now that we’ve completed the basic aspect of accessing the search engine, I would like for you to click into that rectangular box. Simply use the mouse to guide the arrow to the box; the arrow will change into what looks like a capital or uppercase I. Once that happens, click the box and type a topic, object, name or anything sensible of your choosing into it.’’
Kay gave them a few minutes to allow them to do this or ask questions while she continued to walk among the rows.
“Once that’s done, you can either tap the ‘enter’ key on the keyboard or click on ‘Google Search’ on the screen. Should you click on ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’ you’ll be taken to a particular page relating to your search. Go ahead, everyone!’’
Jó was still staring frantically around at the computers of other students, trying to determine why his had gone HAYWIRE when the Professor was talking to him. Something about one page, and a frozen computer? He touched the screen and the machine quickly - they were both WARM, not FROZEN and so he was even more confused.
Hand in the air, he waaaaaved it after Professor Stewart had given the next instructions. "Professssssoooooooor, how do I close ALLLL of these... Things?" he said, gesturing wildly at the million pages on his screen. He needed to search for Quidditch things!!!
When the door opened, he did turn ever so slightly to see who was LATE and if he could get a laugh at their misfortune, but his eyes were quickly back on his 'puter when he saw that it was the Headmaster.
Was Professor Stewart in trouble?!?!?
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Maybe something would pop up? An only case or leak into the muggle media like had happened time and time again in wizarding history...though he knew that was more than a bit optimistic and he would have better luck in the library looking up the Headmaster. Former Auror, right? Had to b something in the records somewhere...unless they were combing through the books and deeming what was and wasn't appropriate. Though it was still a bit too early to go into full blown ----
...........the man was HERE?!
Or, well, part of Derf wasn't surprised. It was only natural that the new headmaster would stop by lessons to evaluate things. It was nothing new to the sixth year who had had Board of Governors members in lessons the term after IMPS. So, really, Derf was trying his best NOT to stare right now and turned his attention back to his screen - the first hit being some movie page about some bloke named Bill Nighy - and quickly typed something else into the search box thingy. Hopefully...before the man saw? And since hunting and pecking was a thing when it came to typing, he went with something SHORT and quite literally the first thing that popped to mind - FROG.
Ah yes, there we were. Much better and less...suspicious looking. No, the sixth year was not breaking out into a sweat though he was ruffling his hair and trying SO hard not to let his imagination and conspiracy theories get the best of him.
But it was no secret that the headmaster did NOT like Professor Stewart and her him, hence all her small acts of defiance. And the Headmaster hadn't been in any other lessons yet, which was lucky for the Herbology professor he reckoned...given, well, things. So it was hard to ignore the way his stomach was tying in knots. What if...he was here to make another example of someone?
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Oh, embarrassing. The professor caught her with her screen all broken. Chloe hurriedly closed a few of many many extra windows that she'd opened, until she'd closed them all. All of them. Sigh. So which one was it she... oh, the one with the house colors.
And this was GOOGLE. Not goggle? She'd been sure it was supposed to be goggle. "I'm fine now, thank you, Professor. I'm very fine indeed." The blank box was for typing some topic of interest, right? Chloe tried thestral, no results. She tried abraxan, no results. Maybe should stick to Muggle topics?
Oh! "Hi, Professor, sir! Do you want me to Gooooogle anything for you? We're so smart about our computers because of our very good Muggle Studies lessons, and I can now Goooooogle like an expert." That was obviously how you pronounced that word. "What shall we try? Maybe dress robes for formal Headmaster functions? I bet you have some good ones. Or maybe future careers for retired Headmasters? For when Headmistress Hawthorne comes back?" Helpful Chloes were helpful.
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It took a great deal of self control to not scowl as the Professor approached. It was obvious the computer wasn’t working but she’d been hoping to sort of cruise by without having to get much done. Now with Stewart actively telling her to fix it, she knew it wouldn’t be happening. The Ravenclaw nodded, indicating she understood the instructions and would be following them. She even turned the machine off and hit the button to turn it on once more.
As she waited for it to boot, she noticed the appearance of a certain Headmaster. The thing was, Jessa was sitting right at the back which put her a lot closer to the man than she typically liked.
Blue eyes kept going between him and her computer screen. Did she have to be on her best behaviour because he was here? Was she now required to pay attention and participate? Ugh. Merlin. Even worse, the screen was once again blue. Thankfully, the woman had already moved on to address the rest of the class. She remembered her saying she would have to pick a new computer if it didn’t work but not wanting to move.....Jessa.....slowly...cautiously reached for her wand..... The Head Girl waited until the woman was no longer looking in her direction before unholstering and nonverbally casting an illusion charm on her screen so it now mimicked what it was meant to.
Carefully, so as not to draw any attention to herself, she slipped her wand back into her holster then began moving the mouse as if it was doing any of the work. Again, her eyes drifted over to the man, hoping he hadn’t seen either and praying that if he had.....he wouldn’t go stripping her badge or giving her pushups like his friend.
She just didn’t wanna switch seats was all, and rather than switch the computer to here, the woman wanted her to move and just......no she’d like to stay by the window where she could breath and not feel overwhelmed.
As far as anyone who looked at her screen could tell, she was googling jackalopes like the one she had back up in her lab.
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SPOILER!!: Big Lucas! <3
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Okay, so they were technically different! Good to know. Lucas wouldn't pretend to be an expert about technology stuff. He merely used phones and computers to the best of his ability, honestly.
But now...all they have to do was push a button? He shot the professor a slightly...??? what??? look because they were more than capable of doing that without needing all this time in the world to do it. Who would need clarification on PUSHING A BUTTON? He snorted to himself and did indeed push the button. His computer did the booting up thing. These computers must be kinda' old. Maybe. Again, Lucas really didn't know. He used his phone when he was at home more than a computer anyway, and the most he used of technology was actually on his various gaming systems.
And no offense, but the explanation of this thing was annoying Lucas. Like...HE USED COMPUTERS BEFORE. HE KNEW HOW IT WORKED. HE KNEW WHAT A BLOODY ICON WAS.
Take a step back, buddy....some of these guys might have literally never seen a computer in their lives. Wizardfolk are all different. Don't be so rude about it ---
but like this is EASY --
Okay, well, patience. PATIENCE, LUCAS.
The two oppositions on his shoulders seemed to be having conversation.
He clicked on the Chrome icon and gave it a minute to load. Damn, these computers really were old. He looked up at Professor Stewart and raised his hand. "Professor, we should hold a fundraiser for you. These things are like dinosaurs. I have a better laptop at home.......Hogwarts shouldn't have to deal with this!" he smiled though, his tone gentle and non-provoking. Professor Stewart was NOT a professor he had to be nervous around or scared of. She was chill. Plus, a fundraiser could be fun! He fingered the keys and typed random things in the search bar while he waited for Stewart to go on. He wondered if Hogwarts had anything blocked. Like...muggle schools did sometimes? Hm. He didn't wanna' test it.
He typed, "voice actors from Attack on Titans Anime #1" because the remake had been AWESOME and Lucas wanted to see the ancient original from the early 2000s. Like 20someting or other. And he was getting bored waiting for everything. But once Stewart started moving on, he got his way back to Google home page. But then....she literally said to search something. So uh...he went back to searching for what he had been searching BEFORE. This was so easy. Why was Muggle Studies so chill?
The woman peered at Lucas’s screen after he grabbed her attention. No problems... that was good. A fundraiser? “That’s definitely a wonderful idea!’’ She was very much into it and wondered if they could indeed PLAN ITtogether... “Are you interested in spearheading this?’’
SPOILER!!: Natalie! <3
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Natalie had finished the previous "activity" quite quickly and had time to look around at all the other students. She was, uhh... surprised... to see how many were struggling with simple tasks. And how many of these compooters were so OLD and slow. Like her mum's.
Hmm, anyway, time to move on.
Natalie had luck with her computer so far. As per the instructions, Natalie moved her mouse to the search bar, but she moved it too fast and the cursor flew off the screen, and then she overcorrected it and it flew off the other side. So she moved it sloooowly and finally got it in the box.
Click.
Now... what to search for. She had the world at her fingertips. She could search for ANYTHING.
Natalie wiggled her fingers for a moment before punching each key with her two pointer fingers.
" m o o n c a l v e s "
Naturally there would be pages of information about mooncalves since there were witches and wizards that frequented the internet. It was a good thing that Muggles didn’t believe in the creatures. Mostly...
Also, the word ‘mooncalf’ technically meant a foolish person and referred to an unfortunate event of fetuses.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Turning the computer on, Archer had already done before the lesson started. So, it was a simple matter to move the mouse over so that the cursor was on the Chrome button (a browser she disliked, by the way) and double-click. Of course, it took a bit for that to start (how ancient were these computers?), but it did start. From there, it was a simple matter to find the indicated box (at least they hadn't had to type the address, right?), click on it and......
She had no clue what she wanted to search for.
Sterling’s search box was still blank. “Perhaps you can try searching for something you love, Ms. Calrissian,’’ was the suggestion. Of course, it was accompanied with a warm smile.
SPOILER!!: Stasya! <3
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
As she’d wondered once again if she’d get in trouble for looking up Animagus things during class, since she guessed they were going to be doing something or other with the Google page open on the computer, Stasya had been startled at hearing Professor Stewart’s question. “Can I tell you after the lesson?,” she asked in response. Mostly because she didn’t want to risk getting heard by the wrong people, even though she’d started being suspicious about how much the headmaster actually knew about everything that happened around the castle. She hadn’t gotten asked about the letters she sent nearly daily to Professor Hirsch, but there was still the question of the notebooks and how he knew if she was punishing rulebreakers or not. Basically, it was easier just to hope that the Muggle Studies professor had precautions set up and tell her what had distracted her privately.
Plus, there was the distraction now of the many Google pages that had opened up on Derf’s computer next to her. She’d had to bite her lip to hold back a giggle, thankful the activity had moved on so she could occupy herself with something else. Aside from still thinking of the computer mouse as not-a-real-mouse, while she used it to click on the little text box.
“Animagus training” Sometimes it paid to be a little reckless, and there was still always the possibility nothing would show up.
Kay’s head tilted to the side in curiosity. “Of course you may. Whatever you say will stay between us.’’ There was a nod of encouragement to the Gryffindor. She peered at the words in the search box. “I’m not sure if you’ll find anything relating to that.’’
SPOILER!!: Dae! <3
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Originally Posted by debpetrisor
Now, the real question was, has his computer booted up? Sure, it made weird grumbling noises, and air seemed to whoosh from somewhere within it, too. Then the writing on the screen disappeared, and next he was faced with all these icons on the top of the desk - that's what professor Stewart had called it, right?
Once he'd located the House icon... did he need to move the thing that didn't quite resemble a mouse? Oh. Oh. The small arrow moved as he moved the mouse, how fantastic was that! Daehyun clicked and then clicked again and... nothing opened. The icon became highlighted, however, so at least he'd targeted it.
Click. Click. Nothing. Wasn't he clicking fast enough?
Clickity-click.
And BOOM. The screen turned white in the beginning, then the computer made all those grumbling noises once again, and eventually he saw the Google thing. Could he search for anything?
... anything?
It had taken him a while to locate all the letters, but finally, he typed in, A-C-R-O-M-A-N-T-U-L-A, and hit the enter button.
There are no results for
acromantula
Check your spelling or try different keywords.
... well that was no fun.
Ah, acromantulas. Kay was not surprised to see there were no results. “Go ahead and try something else, Mr. Yoon.’’
SPOILER!!: Derf! <3
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Wait...what had Jessa done to her computer? Peering around things as best he could, he KNEW what that screen was. Or, well, he was pretty sure he knew what it was. Kinda ironic that she had the blue screen of death and now had to, you know, revive the computer. Least everyone knew she was good at doing that sort of thing, bringing things back from the dead and stuff. Though he had gained a kind of fondness for her kneazles, it all still...caused a violent chill to shoot up and down his body. On top of that...he felt bad for thinking about his friend in such sarcastic terms sooooooo back to his own screen it was and all the...er...well all 36 of whatever these things were called.
And just in time for Professor Stewart to stroll on by and...not blame him? That was nice of her because, well, there was no one else to blame but him, you know? He had been the one doing the clicking, excessive amounts of it at that. "Er...yeah..." he chuckled boyishly, ruffling his hair a bit as he nodded and...started closing those one by one with a click on the tiny little 'x' like he had seen done on muggle TV shows. Following the next set of instructions, Derf took pause trying to think about just WHAT to search for. It was a bit daunting, you know? Anything in the world to type in and hit send to see what popped up and stuff...
Eventually, after a few painfully long minutes of thinking and drawing blanks, the Hufflepuff settled on going with something familiar: his name. Hunting and pecking with his index fingers, he sluggishly typed his name (Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne) into the search box thingy and clicked search. And, to no one's surprise, he came up with nothing under his own name...though there were a fair few people with the name Ashburry-Hawthorne listed on some CallerNameService site. Whatever that was. He was hardly curious enough to click on those to see where it took him. Instead, Derf went back - or rather clicked on one of the other tabs for a clean slate....and considered typing in another name. So back to hunting and pecking it was until he had finished typing a second name....and hit send again: Julian Scrimgeour.
Derf was a bit afraid she was going to blame him? Kay wouldn’t. If she had proper equipment, then there would be no problem like some of the kiddos were experiencing. Anyway, after checking to make sure that Derf had performed his first search, she strode over to the next kiddo. She missed him searching for the Head Dictator.
SPOILER!!: Abra! <3
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Originally Posted by Felixir
Hold on. The desktop? But it looked nothing like a desk. How did muggles not get confused between actual desktops and computer ones? His expression nonplussed, Abra took in what the 'desktop' looked like, calling back vague memories of the one and only other time he had been at a computer. Then, they had been at this stage for approximately 0.287372 seconds before moving on, and Abra could see why. The 'desktop' was... not interesting.
When the next set of instructions were given, Abra just sort of... sat there for a moment. Okay... 'chrome icon' first. That was easy to locate, as there wasn't exactly much to look through in order to find it. Then Abra took hold of the mouse - funny name for it, really, it didn't look anything like a mouse - and moved it to point at the right icon. Sort of. There was a bit of acclimatising required first as it initially took him a moment to locate the arrow on the screen, and then found it moved a LOT faster than he had been expecting it to. Once he had got to grips with it, he manoeuvred the arrow to the chrome icon and clicked it twice.
... Nothing. Errr.
Abra took a quick glance around the room to see how everyone else had managed this step, and if he was missing anything. Some others were clicking a whole lot more than twice, so he decided that was what he would do. Turning his attention back to the screen, and leaning maybe a little closer than he needed to, he used the mouse to make the arrow hover over the chrome icon again and--
"AgH!" Maybe he was of the wrong disposition for using computers. All of a sudden the screen had flashed white and caused Abra to jolt in surprise and quickly fling himself back away from the machine, only just managing to stay in his seat... only to find that all that had happened was that the screen had changed. He supposed this was the 'page' Professor Stewart had mentioned (though there wasn't a single book in sight). Uhhhh, anyway. Ahem. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He was fine.
So this was a Google then? Interesting...?
On Professor Stewart's say-so, Abra moved the mouse again and clicked inside that long rectangle, squinting at the small flashing line that appeared there once he had done so. The professor hadn't mentioned anything about flashing lines; had he managed to break it already? He couldn't remember for his life of him whether this had happened all those years ago at his friends' computer.
Deciding to just... pretend that the flashing line wasn't happening, Abra tried to think of a topic to research, but his mind had gone completely blank. It was a while before his thoughts strayed to where they usually did when his mind wandered or looked for a distraction.
Looking down at the keyboard, Abra began to slowly and painstakingly type - using the index finger on each hand only - 'C-U-T-E-C-A-T-S'. Space bar? Don't know her.
The exclamation caught Kay’s attention just in time for her to see Abra hastily pushing himself away from the computer. Goodness! Had the monitor caught fire or something? She soon found herself standing beside the boy. However, she could see nothing wrong and she looked down at Abra is puzzlement. He was fine but... “What startled you, Mr. Botros?’’
SPOILER!!: Julian.
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
Kaysha Stewart was on his list, among a few others. And Scrimgeour's list was not a place someone wanted to be.
Without giving any indication ahead of time that he would be making an appearance in the middle of the lesson, the old man quietly made his way through the door of the Muggle Studies classroom and took in the sight before him, making sure not to make eye contact with the woman. He was there to observe for a specific purpose, and that was exactly what he was doing. But to those who knew not of his purpose, he was sure it would raise the question of what he was doing there.
Mentally taking notes, he watched as the students stared at the oddly shaped screens in front of them. From where he stood in the back of the room, he could make out the word Google and even some of the things that they were searching into it...
Needless to say, Scrimgeour was not impressed. Was this what Muggle Studies had succumbed to? What a pity. What a pity indeed.
No doubt being stealthy was something Scrimgeour was good at (WHY DIDN'T HIS METAL ARM MAKE SQUEAKY NOISES DAMMIT?) If she hadn’t seen the movement out of the corner of her eyes as she went to observe another student, Kay would not have known he was there; not that it made any difference to her. It made sense that he would want to check on her and a few other select Professors. Well, let him observe away.
Holding herself to her full height and pointedly ignoring Scrimgeour and his erinaceous behaviour, the woman continued to carry on her lesson.
SPOILER!!: Benji! <3
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Originally Posted by awakemysoul
"Yes!" Benji enthusiastically answered Professor Stewart's question of whether he was having fun. "This looks so cool!"
He twirled the mouse over to the box they were meant to be typing in and clicked it. Hmm... What to search for? He wondered how his parents were doing -- he hadn't heard from them in a bit, though that was normal -- so he tried typing in "mum and dad" and clicking search.
However... That took him to something that told him a lot about people who decidedly were not his parents. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he should look for their names, instead...? He frowned, concentrating hard on the task at hand. At least he was a fast typer. Something about his prior experience with computers was paying off!
Kay grinned. “I’m so glad to hear that.’’ With the topics she taught, they could be a hit or a miss with the students. Now she was observing as Benji typed. Wow. He was speedy!
SPOILER!!: Dorian! <3
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Muggle studies had always been in his top classes and now that they were working with computers it was even better. Despite already knowing how to use the search engine, the Ravenclaw still moved his mouse across the screen and clicked it to open the internet.
Once he was on the google search engine, he stopped for a moment. What did he want to look up? Leaning back in his seat and looking around for inspiration, Dorian felt Ammonite move a bit in his pocket.
"oh!" he exclaimed and sat upright again and his fingers began to type out the words "Purple Frogs". And being the REBEL that he was, he didn't click on search or i'm feeling lucky and neither did he press the enter button. Instead, he clicked on 'images' and then clicked search.
He was not dissapointed when a cute purple flubber frogs appeared on the screen. Awesome!
Purple frogs. “They actually look rather adorable.’’ This was Kay’s observation. Truth be told, she was afraid of amphibians.
SPOILER!!: Josie! <3
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Just... Look up whatever she wanted huh? Josie glanced at the screen again and smiled weakly, there wasn't much she actually did online, other than listen to music and put ideas together for outfits, many of which were for a first date... But it seemed like a good place to start at least.
Though... Now she couldn't help but wonder what kind of fashion she wanted to look up... After shuffling through a few ideas she finally settled on looking up dance dresses... Maybe if she was ever actually asked to a dance it would be a good starting place... Or if Taylor had her go to any more black tie affair parties with her she could talk her step mom into a dress she actually liked for once.
Josie smiled, deciding it would be the best and clicked the search box, simply typing in, formal violet dress for teens and went through searching the pictures that popped up to see if anything managed to catch her eye.
“I like that one,’’ Kay offered and pointed to one of the violet dresses that had popped up. It had a silver, strapless top while the violet bottom tastefully hung from the waist down to the ground.
SPOILER!!: Zoryn! <3
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"Actually Professor, I think the comfort would really help us open our minds up to the subject," that argument would've done much better in Divinations, but she wasn't about to ask Fletcher for anything comfortable seeing as that man was essentially Voldemort's long lost nephew. He invented uncomfortable. "The way I see it, it's worth a shot to try and see what happens." Felix!Shrug.
When the Gryffindor turned back to her desktop, it had finished booting up and took notice of the 'icons'. Rubbish bin to delete items. Straight forward enough. Why would she want to write that down?
She clicked on the circle with the house colors, WAY more than just twice. And suddenly her screen was FILLING UP like there was no tomorrow. Uh oh. She managed to figure out at that the X at the corner of the screen could help fix that issue and so she took care of it on her own. Look how smart she was.
Once she was down to just ONE google, she looked around the room to make sure hers looked right. This GOOGLE had TWO blue letters, TWO red letters, and one yellow and green. Like their magical house cup hourglasses, but more muggle. HOW DID IT KNOW THAT RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR WERE WINNING THE HOUSE CUP :Whaa:
Zoryn was AMAZED.
She blinked for a few moments, trying to figure out how the google knew that ravenclaw and gryffindor were winning. And after nothing made sense, she decided to try typing. Which took a VERY long time. And ALL two of her index fingers.
She typed Z-O-R-Y-N S-P-I-N-N-E-T into the search bar and hit the google search button. Within .44 seconds she had about 53,000 results. And the first thing on the screen said "images for Zoryn Spinnet", so obviously she clicked on it.
But.
WAIT A MINUTE.
"Professor!!! None of these are me!"
Who were these fake Zoryn Spinnets and why were they trying to steal her identity?????
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Also, she didn't even notice their headmasters appearance. There were bigger crisis to take care of. Like the fact that these fake Zoryns were UGLY and ruining her good name. Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!!!!
Kay had an open mind but she simply said, “That’s true. I will definitely think about it. Thank you for your suggestion.’’ She stuck around to check that Zoryn was able to close the many pages and to make a search... for herself. The woman bit back a laugh at the response from the kiddo. “I would think not. I doubt you ever signed up on any websites or put your pictures online?’’ Right? The questioning expression on her face made it clear she wanted this to be confirmed or denied. “Don’t worry, Ms. Spinnet. With the billions of humans on Earth, there’s bound to be many with your name.’’
SPOILER!!: Hanna!
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Everything Professor Stewart was saying pretty much got added to her parchment of notes. If she kept going this way, she'd have enough to make a small book! Not that it mattered, Hanna was an expert at note-taking. But on Computers, not so much. So of course she needed the easy step-by-step instructions, even just to turn it on, as some computers were different. Pushing the silver button as directed, Hanna waited a moment before it turned blue, and noises started. It was like a fan. But it was a noise that she heard throughout the classroom, so obviously not a bad sign.
As she waited, watching the computer do its things, she heard Professor Stewart say these computers were old.
OLD?
Hanna frowned, looking at them. They didn't look old. They looked way whizz-bang fancy, but that was probably just because she couldn't really remember what the computers she had used looked like. Further pointing out to the notes being available all day relieved the Ravenclaw. It would be good to come back a bit later, just to make sure she HAD written everything down correctly. Even taking another set of notes in case she lost these ones.
Icons.
Programmes.
Blink, blink.
Settings? Well, sure.
But Chrome? House colours? "Neat," Hanna said as she, with some lost muscle memory, placed her hand on the mouse and with slow awkward movements managed to hover the pointer over the icon. Rapidly click twice. Yes, she did that, and the screen changed. Hanna watched as Chrome opened up!
Professor Stewart game more information, but eMail? What was that? Like... a different way of getting letters to people? Huh. Those muggles really did think of everything. At least owls delivered things pretty quickly, but Hanna knew that there was another postage system out there. But the eMail was a new thing.
And now it was time to explore The WWW. Hanna, with the same slow and awkward movement of the mouse, put the capital I onto the rectangle box and had a think about what she was going to search. She chewed on one of her nails, thinking perhaps nails. She could research the fingernail. Indeed. Tucking her fingers in, so that just her index fingers were pointed out, she scanned the keyboard. From Q to P, and then down from A until she saw the letter F, which she pressed. Okay. Starting back up at Q, she moved her finger across until it saw I, which she pressed. Again, for the remaining eight letters she searched for them, pressed them, and searched again, until she had the word FINGERNAIL typed into the rectangle box.
A brief pause led her to the decision to press the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' box because, well, perhaps she was feeling lucky. And then on her page, she read the word 'Wikipedia' and commenced reading. Deciding that there was a lot of interesting information, Hanna pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, wrote Fingernails up the top, and jotted down a few dotpoints on the subject. She added some doodles, whilst using the little wheel on the mouse to move the page down. "Wow, this is so interesting!" It truly was! She even had to turn the piece of parchment over to have more room. She was so focused on her new project that she didn't even realise Headmaster Scrimgeour entered the room. Which was good, because she certainly would have broken her focus.
Hanna was another one of the kiddos that was not having any difficult time and finding everything interesting. “I’m glad you think so!” Fingernails was also an interesting topic to search for.
SPOILER!!: Josef! <3
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Jó was still staring frantically around at the computers of other students, trying to determine why his had gone HAYWIRE when the Professor was talking to him. Something about one page, and a frozen computer? He touched the screen and the machine quickly - they were both WARM, not FROZEN and so he was even more confused.
Hand in the air, he waaaaaved it after Professor Stewart had given the next instructions. "Professssssoooooooor, how do I close ALLLL of these... Things?" he said, gesturing wildly at the million pages on his screen. He needed to search for Quidditch things!!!
When the door opened, he did turn ever so slightly to see who was LATE and if he could get a laugh at their misfortune, but his eyes were quickly back on his 'puter when he saw that it was the Headmaster.
Was Professor Stewart in trouble?!?!?
The waving hand caught her attention and Kay hurried to the little Gryffindor. She tried to reassure him. “Not to worry. That little ‘x’ on the top right-hand side. All the way to the top. When you move the arrow over it, it should turn red. Keep clicking on them until you have one page open.’’
SPOILER!!: Derf again! <3
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Maybe something would pop up? An only case or leak into the muggle media like had happened time and time again in wizarding history...though he knew that was more than a bit optimistic and he would have better luck in the library looking up the Headmaster. Former Auror, right? Had to b something in the records somewhere...unless they were combing through the books and deeming what was and wasn't appropriate. Though it was still a bit too early to go into full blown ----
...........the man was HERE?!
Or, well, part of Derf wasn't surprised. It was only natural that the new headmaster would stop by lessons to evaluate things. It was nothing new to the sixth year who had had Board of Governors members in lessons the term after IMPS. So, really, Derf was trying his best NOT to stare right now and turned his attention back to his screen - the first hit being some movie page about some bloke named Bill Nighy - and quickly typed something else into the search box thingy. Hopefully...before the man saw? And since hunting and pecking was a thing when it came to typing, he went with something SHORT and quite literally the first thing that popped to mind - FROG.
Ah yes, there we were. Much better and less...suspicious looking. No, the sixth year was not breaking out into a sweat though he was ruffling his hair and trying SO hard not to let his imagination and conspiracy theories get the best of him.
But it was no secret that the headmaster did NOT like Professor Stewart and her him, hence all her small acts of defiance. And the Headmaster hadn't been in any other lessons yet, which was lucky for the Herbology professor he reckoned...given, well, things. So it was hard to ignore the way his stomach was tying in knots. What if...he was here to make another example of someone?
The hair ruffling did not go unnoticed to Kay. She thought that the Hufflepuff was just having a moment and thought of it as nothing more than that. Little did she know Derf was also randomly now searching for frogs.
SPOILER!!: Chloe! <3
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Oh, embarrassing. The professor caught her with her screen all broken. Chloe hurriedly closed a few of many many extra windows that she'd opened, until she'd closed them all. All of them. Sigh. So which one was it she... oh, the one with the house colors.
And this was GOOGLE. Not goggle? She'd been sure it was supposed to be goggle. "I'm fine now, thank you, Professor. I'm very fine indeed." The blank box was for typing some topic of interest, right? Chloe tried thestral, no results. She tried abraxan, no results. Maybe should stick to Muggle topics?
Oh! "Hi, Professor, sir! Do you want me to Gooooogle anything for you? We're so smart about our computers because of our very good Muggle Studies lessons, and I can now Goooooogle like an expert." That was obviously how you pronounced that word. "What shall we try? Maybe dress robes for formal Headmaster functions? I bet you have some good ones. Or maybe future careers for retired Headmasters? For when Headmistress Hawthorne comes back?" Helpful Chloes were helpful.
It made sense that the kiddos were noticing Scrimgeour. Kaysha, after checking that Chloe was back on track, had been moving to get to another student when Chloe addressed the Head. While very grateful for the support, the woman wanted to burst out laughing at the questions asked. Her lips twitched and she tried to hide it by turning to face the front of the class.
SPOILER!!: Jessa! <3
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It took a great deal of self control to not scowl as the Professor approached. It was obvious the computer wasn’t working but she’d been hoping to sort of cruise by without having to get much done. Now with Stewart actively telling her to fix it, she knew it wouldn’t be happening. The Ravenclaw nodded, indicating she understood the instructions and would be following them. She even turned the machine off and hit the button to turn it on once more.
As she waited for it to boot, she noticed the appearance of a certain Headmaster. The thing was, Jessa was sitting right at the back which put her a lot closer to the man than she typically liked.
Blue eyes kept going between him and her computer screen. Did she have to be on her best behaviour because he was here? Was she now required to pay attention and participate? Ugh. Merlin. Even worse, the screen was once again blue. Thankfully, the woman had already moved on to address the rest of the class. She remembered her saying she would have to pick a new computer if it didn’t work but not wanting to move.....Jessa.....slowly...cautiously reached for her wand..... The Head Girl waited until the woman was no longer looking in her direction before unholstering and nonverbally casting an illusion charm on her screen so it now mimicked what it was meant to.
Carefully, so as not to draw any attention to herself, she slipped her wand back into her holster then began moving the mouse as if it was doing any of the work. Again, her eyes drifted over to the man, hoping he hadn’t seen either and praying that if he had.....he wouldn’t go stripping her badge or giving her pushups like his friend.
She just didn’t wanna switch seats was all, and rather than switch the computer to here, the woman wanted her to move and just......no she’d like to stay by the window where she could breath and not feel overwhelmed.
As far as anyone who looked at her screen could tell, she was googling jackalopes like the one she had back up in her lab.
The next time Kay looked in Jessa's direction, the Head Girl was sitting right where she started and she was busy with the mouse. Kay took these as signs that the restarting had worked. She did not suspect magic was involved.
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“I’m very pleased to see that you’ve all had a chance to conduct at least one search on Google. We’ll be moving on to emails. Surprisingly, emails are still used today though they are not as popular as they used to be since technology progresses constantly and there are always new ways of keeping in touch with everyone. However, they are widely used among Muggle companies which find it quick and efficient to keep in contact with other companies and for customers and clients to reach them.’’ As she was explaining, Kaysha was making her way back to the front of the Room. Yes, she had completely forgotten the Head Dictator was still among them. She plucked her marker out of her hair. “E-mail is short for electronic mail. The first of its kind was sent by a computer engineer by the name of Ray Tomlinson all the way back in 1971 though some argue this occurred in 1972.’’ These key points were made in her neat handwriting before she turned back to her class.
“Earlier I mentioned that Google offered email services. Of course, like search engines, there are other providers for emails: Yahoo and Microsoft’s Hotmail are just a few and two other popular ones.’’ More notes were written here. “Now that you are able to perform searches, we will be accessing a few websites and afterwards, you’ll have a chance to play a game or two of your choice online.’’ Exciting, right?
“On your Google page which you still should have opened, I would like for you to look for the tiny squares located on the top right had side. Once you have, click once. A drop down will open displaying a host of colourful features. Click once on the one that’s labelled ‘Gmail’.’’
Once enough time had passed for them to do that, she continued. “’Create account’ is one of the options there. Click that and it will take you to a page where you will need to full out vital information such as your name and age. You will also need to select a screen name, that is, an ID for which you want your email to be. The ID can basically be anything like a combination of words and numbers. A password is also needed, a unique code so that only you can access your account unless you choose to give it to anyone else.’’
There was another pause while she allowed that to sink in as well as add notes about what was just mentioned on the board. “If you try to click on the word ‘Next’ to continue to the next page, you will not be able to because you have not filled out the field. If you were to do this, I would need to have your parents or guardian's permission first. The internet is a wonderful place but it can also be dangerous. I would not want you to put your personal information out there as yet. Many online users would put forth fake information but I will not encourage dishonesty even though it can be done to protect your true identity.’’ Just... none of that. At least not right now. “In another lesson during this term, we shall be covering the dangers of the Internet and I hope that I can have permission so that you may set up emails should you be interested. Permission slips will be distributed in a few days.
“Are there any questions so far? Is there anyone who has an email address who would like to share what they think about using emails?”
OOC: HIIII! We’re launching right into our main activity! In twenty four hours, the kiddos will be able to play games wheeee! The mini activity catch up has ended now.
Julie was completely and utterly baffled. The others had all seemed to be much further on than she was - in fact the Slytherin could hear diligent tap-tap-tapping coming from all over the classroom meanwhile she could still not get her computer to do-
WELL.
ANYTHING.
Her arrow whipped back and forth across the screen as she waited for the little box thing to pop up as Professor Stewart had said it would but nothing - absolutely not a single thing - happened as Julie sat there with growing frustration. The Seventh year clicked once on the little green, red, yellow and blue circle and waited, counting silently to fifty.
1. This was practically insulting.
5. It had all seemed so easy when Linc had shown her before.
23. this keyboard reminded her nothing at all of keys.
27. Googly was a very strange word, perhaps it was some sort of Muggle slang she was unfamiliar with.
32. Muggle slang, now that would be an interesting lesson.
33. Not to say this wasn't an interesting lesson, Julie couldn't get far enough into it to figure that out.
47. Scrimgeour looked particularly smug and Julie was absolutely choosing to ignore him.
And then, quite like very slow magic the window appeared just as described and Julie almost leapt from her seat with relief. The key word being almost. Clearing her throat, the Slytherin moved her little white arrow toward that funny little box and dramatically paused. All that time and she'd not even remotely considered what she would googly when the time finally came. Stumped, Julie slumped back in her chair and rest her chin on her fist. What did one... Googly? Professor Stewart said it could be a place, a thing or even a person and while plenty of things skipped to the forefront of her mind none of them seemed suitable or like they would be found anywhere in the muggle world. And that was the thing wasn't it? all these lessons and Julie still thought only in the perspective of a pureblooded witch.
Had she been so inclined, Julie might have found herself reaching a sort of crisis, but Julie did not believe in crisis especially those of the public variety and so, with a thoughtful frown she brought her fingers to the poorly named keyboard and wrote the very first neutral object which came to her.
W-H-A-L-E-S
In all caps and spaced far apart and looking every bit of wrong. Julie frowned, she glanced furtively at Scrimgeour before raising her hand to attract Stewart's attention. "Professor," she said, her voice calm and cool regardless of her nerves. "Does it matter if the thing we Googly is spelled perfectly? Mine is, of course - but I was wondering." She quickly added for fear her classmates would think her illiterate. The Slytherin most certainly was not, it was just that this- these weird buttons were not easy to command.
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There was the smallest sigh of relief when the Professor moved in without saying anything to her. Good, it’d worked. She wouldn’t have to change seats and could go back to doing what she typically did during lessons. Once the woman began another spiel on things she saw no need to take notes on, Jessa once again turned her gaze out the window.
Thanks to her mother, she already had an email address that she had no real need for. It sat around in that virtual space gathering metaphoric dust.
Vaguely she caught a few words, permission slips, another class, anything they wanted for their IDs. Questions? No, she didn’t have those. Occasionally she would glance back at her screen and the images her charm had created. They changed every now and then, conjuring up new jackalopes. She’d done her own readings before. It turned out, they were nothing but a myth for muggles but she had one, making it real.
For the most part, it was the birds flying about that held her attention.
She dared not draw her wand again to change her screen so it mimicked the others who were now creating these gmail accounts, just in case. It was probably better to leave it as is and hope the Professor had little need to come back.
Which....probably DID mean looking like she was paying some attention. Huh. Jessa pried her eyes from athe window, her hand once again on her mouse. She would fake it as long as was needed.
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In between taking notes on the things Professor Stewart was writing up front, Benji was following along and clicking where he was supposed to -- on the thing that looked kinda like a waffle. It made him hungry, honestly, but he pushed that thought aside long enough to get to the form with all the boxes to type in. Seemed like a lot of work to fill it all out. He couldn't imagine ever needing an email address. After all, wizards had owls. Owls were cute and efficient. You couldn't exactly pat an email's head and give it a treat...
But still, he wanted to be cool and in-the-know about Muggle technology, so he would be sure to have that permission slip signed quickly when the time came. For now, he just twirled the mouse some more and waited to hear what his classmates would say. Some of them already had email addresses. How interesting. Had they grown up in Muggle neighborhoods just like he did? He made a mental note to get to know some of these students.
He hadn't noticed the headmaster come in until one of the girls in the class began speaking to him. She asked him some pretty funny questions, but Benji used his divinely-gifted acting skills to keep a straight face and pretend like he wasn't even hearing the exchange. He may be laughing on the inside, but he did not want to incur the wrath of the headmaster. NO SIRREE. He did secretly hope that he'd get to see Professor Stewart tell him off again, though... Although if Professor Fletcher was any gauge of his choices, Benji didn't want to see who he would replace Professor Stewart with if he fired her. He definitely hoped that didn't happen.
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She blinked at first, not expecting the professor to actually pay attention but she smiled regardless, "I was actually thinking the same thing." The brunette nodded and made a mental note to try to scour for it again later to show Taylor next time she was home...
And now for the main question, she couldn't help raise her hand... fairly certain she might be the only one with this issue but... oh well, "Professor... What if we already have a gmail account?" Her parents had insisted she have one, saying it made it easier to help her remember important dates and her siblings birthdays... Maybe it wouldn't affect the lesson plan... but it was better to ask before she just assumed that meant she was done for the day.
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Madison nodded; she would definitely tell Professor Stewart if her computer froze again. So far so good, and she had managed to run a successful google search on dragons. Because she was rather curious, she clicked on the 'I'm feeling lucky' button, and was currently enjoying the Wikipedia page that it had led her to.
When had the Headmaster arrived?
The temptation to roll her eyes at him was strong, but Madison somehow avoided it. Listening to the professor talk about emails helped with that. She had heard about emails, but hadn't ever made one for herself. What was the point? Whenever she had used a computer (which hadn't been TOO often), it was for the internet, or playing games, but she did not correspond with anyone online. And she didn't really know the history either, so she proceeded to write notes. Now she would be okay if the subject showed up on any tests.
Ooooh, she would be able to play online games later. FUN. In the meantime, however, she settled on clicking the 'Gmail' button and then looking at all the fields that 'create an account' led her to. Just to see what Professor Stewart was talking about.
Permission slips? Madison didn't think that she'd have any problems where that was concerned.
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And, of course, the Headmaster would have to show his ugly mug in the only class they've gotten to relax in so far. Though, that one Ravenclaw's questions made her chuckle. Seriously, he had to be gone by Christmas, right? Could that be the castle's present to them?
"Okay!" was Archer's cheery reply to Professor Stewart's suggestion as she quickly started typing in the word 'Quidditch', if only to have an excuse for her chuckling should it be needed. And man, did chuckle-worthy stuff come up. Pictures and videos of Muggles trying to play. Only, since they obviously couldn't fly, they were running around holding actual household cleaning-style brooms (some with the bristles removed, some not) between their legs. Something that made her chuckle more.
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The mention of the emails from earlier had interested her, even though she wasn't entirely sure of them, so Hanna was quite glad to hear that they would be doing the email. However, to hear that there were NEWER ways muggles interracted, faster or more convenient than email?
Huh... so the 'e' stood for electronic. Kind of like Owl Mail. Could be omail. or Snail mail could be smail. The thought almost made her giggle, but she remembered that the Headmaster was in the room. Although seeing how Professor Stewart was ignoring him, Hanna figured that's what she should do to. He wasn't there. Wasn't there. Wasn't there...
Ugh, but he was.
Hanna dipped her quill into the ink again, continuing to write everything down. The words Microsoft, Yahoo, and Hotmail made her frown, but she wrote those down anyway. They just had no place in her brain yet, but that was what learning was all about. Finding a place in your brain for the information to go.
Hanna felt like she was mostly able to follow, although she did have to peek at what others were doing to make sure she was on the same page. Literally. So far, it seemed, was okay, and she found herself at the page where she had to put all of her information in. Her name went in, with slowness. Her email, she decided, would just be HSNewton, but as she soon discovered from her own screen, as well as what Professor Stewart was saying, she couldn't actually create an account and become part of the email. Did she even know anyone with the email? Her entire family could be contacted from owls, and any muggle friends she had got the letters sent in the mail after she'd sent them home.
When Professor Stewart asked about questions, Hanna raised her hand. "Professor, w-what other um... things are there that are better than the email?" What could be more technologically advanced than this?!
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Stella was in the mist of googling puppies and kitties when she the Headmaster walking into the room from her computer monitor. Uh... oh, were they in trouble? Looking around she made sure everything was neat and tidy along with her robe and uniform. She might be a Gryffindor and there was many kinds of courage but she was terrified of this man. Everything about this man sent shivers down her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Was Professor Stewart being sacked as well?
"No...no... NO!"
She thought to herself she didn't want all the nice Professor's gone, she bit her lip trying to hold back tears. Looking at the older Lucas and them in comfort she looked afraid. Afraid that this year was going to end up in a soulless military school standards, she already hated the rules and stupid S.O.R.E workout EVERY morning. It wasn't how she thought her first year at Hogwarts would be, it was like she was living a nightmare.
Turning back to her computer she typed in puppies and kittens and started looking through the pictures. She was slowly starting to feel better, but the thought of her losing nice and sweet professors upset her she didn't want anymore soulless people. Why didn't the Headmaster get dementors to each at Hogwarts then? Then again Stella thought a Dementor probably had more of a soul then the Headmaster and that was saying alot...
Seeing a cute puppy and kitten picture she squealed a bit before googling husky puppies her favorite!
Now... it was time to move onto email, that was interesting she didn't know what that was. Raising her hand she looked at the Professor. "Is it like Facebook and Twitter professor or more private?" Stella asked her curiously. She had those, but not a email so creating one was going to be exciting her parents created her twitter and Facebook account.
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Rylee had been very focused on her note taking while Professor Stewart had been giving them all instructions, not that she really needed to be writing this down but it was good to have.
Huh?
Her notes? "Yeah, of course," she whispered smiled softly. Rylee turned her notebook sideways a little bit between them both so that Dorian would be able to see what she had written down so far. So had no problem in letting her friend use her notes. That's what friends were for.
Using the mouse she clicked the little colorful icon that would open up the browser link for her. Awesomeness! Once that was open she went ahead and typed carefully typed in the letters U N I C O R N S. Then hit Enter.
Rylee watched in happily as tons of photos popped up of unicorns making the young teen smile in delight. Were the allowed to just look at photos for the rest of the lesson PLEASE?!
Truth be told she was a bit lost in looking at photos of unicorns. Yes she heard the professor talking about email and yes she did know somewhat what that was and how to use it but no she did not have her own. Rylee was finding it a little difficult at the moment to pull her full attention away from the photos and onto Professor Stewart.
It took her a few moments but she did manage to get the proper links open as instructed so she could actual see what it was the professor was talking about.
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"Nothing, nothing," Abra reassured the professor, except that something obviously had startled him, so it was probably better to explain. Even if it was... you know... embarrassing. "Just... I was a bit too close, and the thing-" he gestured to the Google "-appeared, and I wasn't expecting it." Ahem. He was going... maybe just a little bit red in the face.
Which didn't last long, because Abra just happened to glance around at that moment and catch sight of the Headmaster, and the colour drained from his face. What was he doing here? Were they being inspected? Was he there to make sure they were all behaving in classes or something? Abra's immediate thoughts were that, yes, Headmaster Scrimgeour was here to monitor the students, it didn't even enter his head that Professor Stewart was the one under scrutiny.
Now wishing he hadn't chosen a seat right at the back, now very much awake and alert, Abra whipped back around again and faced the computer monitor. The phrase 'Did you mean: cute cats' had appeared at the top of the screen, followed by a small selection of pictures of cats. They were, indeed, cute, but now Abra was a little too focused on the fact that the headmaster was here to be really be comforted by those pictures. He wished Squigs were there, though, and decided at once he would seek out the cat after class for hugs.
Abra wasn't totally sure on how to proceed, but that was okay, because Stewart was continuing the class anyway. He turned his attention to her and... well, he tried to follow what she was telling them. Easier to follow were the instructions; Abra sought out the tiny squares in question and clicked on them when they were instructed to, then clicked on the picture that looked a bit like an envelope, with 'Gmail' written underneath it, followed by 'create account'. It was about that time that he started to get fully overwhelmed with all the the things on the screen, and anxious about whether they would actually be required to make an email account. Abra didn't want to put his name and information into the computer, just the idea made him feel a little jumpy.
Oh. No. It was okay, they weren't doing that, at least not today. FUTURE PROBLEM. Okay, that was fine. Well, Abra had no questions, and nothing to really say about email, so he decided to keep quiet and wait patiently until they moved on. Hadn't Professor Stewart said something about games?
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Given the opportunity to search whatever they wanted, Max had of course gone right on ahead and typed in the name of one of his favourite comic book characters. He was so busy scrolling and looking at all the images on the monitor in front of him, he hadn’t even noticed that the Headmaster had entered the room at some point.
Nor did he really notice when the class moved on.
While Professor Stewart spoke of emails and personal information and permission slips, Max continued to browse, occasionally clicking on a picture that looked particularly cool so that he could see it in it’s full size. He was a computer googling genius, see.
And then the most dreaded thing happened amid all the scrolling. Was that……..???? His favourite character…..? Defeated……….? He hadn’t read that issue yet!!!
SPOILER ALERT!!!
“Wait. WHAT? No no no!!!”
Had his outburst been out loud? OOOPS.
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Obviously after she had found out that the whole 'identity theft' scandal was a farce, the Gryffindor decided to pay absolutely no attention to Professor Stewart as she went on about some ABCD-mail or something like that.
Never mind what it was called. It was BOOOOORING.
And with this google Zoryn had the WHOLE WIDE INTERWEB at the tips of her TWO INDEX fingers. So she decided to search for ALL of her friends' names. Starting with Derf. Because his name was the funniest one.
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Natalie didn't know what she expected to find when she searched for mooncalves, but she did find a couple pictures - well, drawings actually, of what looked to be like the creatures she was familiar with. She also found some weird other stuff that... scared her and made her eyes nearly bug out of her head so she clicked the back button to get out of it and looked around the room.
Uhhh... When had the Headmaster arrived??? He was quiet... and terrifying. And she wanted to look busy if he happened to look at her, so she clicked around on the googly page and tried her best to seem... smart.
And then class moved on. To email. Yeah, she was pretty sure her mom had an email. Natalie tried her best to follow along as the Professor spoke so she wouldn't have to write anything down. And she was JUST about to fill in the fields to create her very own email address (HOW EXCITING TBH), when the Professor said that they COULDN'T because they needed parent permission. Natalie pouted. She couldn't wait to be of age.
But honestly, how dangerous could the internet be? Wasn't it just information???
The woman peered at Lucas’s screen after he grabbed her attention. No problems... that was good. A fundraiser? “That’s definitely a wonderful idea!’’ She was very much into it and wondered if they could indeed PLAN ITtogether... “Are you interested in spearheading this?’’
Heh! Lucas kind of...froze slightly when the awful Headmaster waltzed inside, but he kept calm for now. Professor Stewart was here, after all. He smiled and chuckled a bit at her response to his teasing. "Of course, Professor, I'd love to. I've got some experience with computers, you know." And gaming in general
He started the process of creating an email, but then Stewart said they needed parental permission...well okay. Guess he wasn't making an email today. He wanted to so badly, though!!!! UGH. Why'd he have to wait? He didn't have any questions and as SOON as the woman had started talking about GAMES he was like....YAS OKAY? He wiggled with excitement in his seat, grinning a little.
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Give himself some more credit? Lucas turned slightly red in the cheeks, though this might have more to do with the fact that the Professor actually SAW his notes. But she now knew what his problem was and she hadn't told him off about it so he just.... gave her a sheepish smile to say thanks. Yeah. Words weren't reaching his brain but a smile would do.
Oh, they were searching? This..... was a problem.
Why?
Because Lucas didn't know what to search for!
He bit his lip as he stared at the screen in front of him. He could search for anything - A N Y T H I N G - in the entire world and it was just a few taps of the keyboard and clicks away. But some part of him wanted it to be special and he wasn't sure why. It had to be something he would remember and learn and keep forever so he had to think of the perfect..... thing. Search thing.
He started to look around the room, trying to see what other people are searching and trying to see if he can get any inspi-
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Uh. When had the new Headmaster gotten here?!
Lucas didn't know what to do or say. He just sat there, staring at the man who looked like he was very angry about something. But, then again, he ALWAYS looked like he was very angry about something. All of a sudden, this cool lesson on computers didn't seem very cool and not as exciting as he first made it out to be. He was starting to feel very uncomfortable, mostly because he knew that someone was always watching him. That they always had their eyes on him and would constantly be judging them and and-
Was it starting to get difficult to breathe in here?
When he heard the Professor talking again, the first year turned his attention back to the front, feeling much worse than before. And, even worse, he started to realise that with all the thinking and the staring he'd done at the Headmaster, he hadn't searched for anything at all. He sighed and turned his attention to his notebook, instead. Maybe the messy note-taking could help him. Maybe.
Tiny squares? Lucas looked up at his screen and looked around for- oh! Small squares that CLICK! Oh, that was smart. Very useful. Having lots of links spread out across the top would get confusing so to put it in a tiny box of squares was nice. He clicked on the button that said 'Gmail' and..... waited.
And waited.
And waited.
These computers were slow, weren't they? That blue line..... thing kept moving round and round and round in a circle. It was almost entrancing but it also made him anxious. The computer was still working, wasn't it? Lucas reached over and gave the side of the screen a little tap to hurry it up but nothing. Hmm. Maybe there was dust in the, uh, CPU? Was that it? Should he blow on it to hurry it-
Oh! It loaded!
Next was creating an account so he clicked on that too. This page also took a while to load but it wasn't as bad as the other page so, before long, he found himself filling out a form. A very official looking form. Names were easy, he had no problem with that, but a screen name? Uh..... his name? No, it sounded too official. Maybe his nickname? luludakest seemed..... fun, right?
Yeah. Yeah, he was going with that.
He filled out the screen name and the password and....
...... oh. So they..... weren't going to make emails, then. Because they needed permission from their parents or guardians. The idea of asking his mum if he can make an email seemed a little weird and not something he would do so Lucas let it go and just sat back in his chair.
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Chloe caught the professor's smile, although she didn't understand it. She genuinely wanted to Goooooogle things for the Headmaster. But if he wasn't interested, she could be convinced to move on to the next part of the activity. More click click clicking to view the email options, which they... weren't??? going to sign up for.
And they weren't going to sign up for anything. Mmk. Great fun looking at something they weren't going to use, but Chloe did glance around to see if anyone offered up an opinion on whether they used an email and what they used it for. EEEEEEmail. It sounded like how ghosts communicated. Or ghouls. Right?
Muggle Studies: Lesson 1: The Internet 
WELCOMEEE to our first OOC lesson; this would not be the first IC one 
Your charries’ will notice that the computers are off currently. They should not put them on... or they can and face the consequences 
We’ll get started in about 27- 28 hours. 
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In twenty four hours, the kiddos will be able to play games wheeee! The mini activity catch up has ended now. 
