Patrick was still mostly intrigued by Muggle studies. It was when the class was something that he already knew about he was bored out of his mind. Walking into the classroom he was a bit surprised to see boxes lined up on her desk. But he was extremely unsurprised by the fact that Stewart was leaned back on her desk.

He moved further into the room and took his usual seat, “Morning professor Stewart. How’ve you been?” he figured he had a moment to chit chat since he was the first one in the room. Glancing back at the screen she had set up he began to watch as the images went across the screen.

Today was definitely a chilly day. The fire was freshly stocked with wood. The windows were shut tight.

And then there was the laptop. Just sitting there. Connected to a pull down thingy.

But what about the boxes. Very organized. But what did their contents behold?

Cassidy was in a good mood this morning. She loved the chilly weather because that meant it was almost winter which meant snow was coming soon which meant snowmen and snowball fights. But she was super excited for muggle studies class. She had always been interested in muggles and their things. Her mum always was more interested in their things then her dad. But anyways to class.

She skipped happily in the room with a big grin on her face. "Good morning professor!" She chimed cheerily before grabbing a seat near the front of the room.

Daisy entered the classroom and looked at the series of images on the board. She disliked the chilly weather of late and was always thankful that the Muggle Studies classroom was set out the way it was. "Good morning, Professor Stewart," Daisy greeted with a smile before finding a seat and getting ready for the day's lesson.

He knew that he had mentioned last year during his career advice that he had thought that muggle studies was not for his path. However, after carefully thinking about it over the summer, Dorian decided to continue with the subject so he made sure he was signed up for classes before the beginning of the year.

"Good morning everyone" he said cheerfully as he entered the room. He was in a good mood this morning. "Good morning Professor" he said as he found his Head of House leaning against his desk before he looked at the components.

He knew that one of them was a battery but he had no idea what the other things were. They were definitely maybe going to do something with computers and he was ready for it. Cause those things were magic. Oh right, he had to find a seat. He turned around and chose the empty seat on the second row.

"Morning!" was Archer's greeting to the room at large as she entered and took a seat beside Daisy. Wait, was that Benjamin Franklin, one of the Founding Fathers, among a kajillion other things? And the things to build a closed circuit? Were they going to be studying electricity? It certainly seemed like it. Something that was completely fine with her, even though she knew some of the basics already with her father being a muggle and all.

Sigh, muggle studies. Lenora didn’t have high hopes for this class honestly. She really didn’t enjoy the subject all that much, there was just a lot to boring things to learn and memorise.. and the worst part was that she didn’t understand half of it. The Gryffindor entered the class, giving the professor a polite smile. ”Morning, professor.”

She curiously glanced at the various images that appeared on the screen before her attention shifted towards boxes on the professor’s desk. Hm. The fourth year took a seat somewhere near the front of the class.. just wishing that the lesson wouldn’t get too boring. If only they were allowed to take naps during classes.. eh.

Ellie was in a very good mood as she entered the muggle studies classroom after breakfast. Starting classes at 10 am was perfect. She was wide awake and that muggle studies was one of her most favourite classes was an added plus. Flashing the professor a big smile Ellie greeted ”Good morning Professor Stewart! Did you eat a good breakfast?” She took in the boxes on the professor desk before found an empty desk to sit down at. It wasn’t until she had got her writing materials and textbooks up that she noticed the images that flashed by on the screen. What those objects we’re she had no idea but she guessed it was something electrical because muggle loved electric things.

Rylee entered the Muggle Studies room with her usual cheerful smile. "Good morning, Professor Stewart. I hope you're having a good morning."

While her gaze may have drifted curiously to the photos that were flashing on the white board thanks to the projector, Rylee didn't comment on it. What she did do was find herself an empty seat near the middle of the room and sit down. Taking out the necessary items for the lesson she laid them on her desk before setting her bag beneath her chair.

It had been a while sense Austin's first year had began. He had more courage to speak at least enough to get by.
The first few muggle studdies lessons, he would wave at the professor. But now...
"Goodmorning professor Stewart." His voice was still quiet though. He wasn't used to speaking still.
He chose a desk. When he sat down, he noticed a projector and her laptop. On the whiteboard was someone with a kite during a storm? Well, that wasn't safe.

Muggle Studies. Avalon had mixed feelings about the class. Sometimes the things they learned about were interesting. But other times, the objects that muggles use seemed just plain boring. Like today, for example. Those weird objects on the projector looked a bit mundane. Hopefully Professor Stewart had something interesting planned for the lesson. "Good morning, Professor," Avalon said with a smile as she slid into a seat toward the front and took our her supplies. She clicked her pen a few times, still getting used to the feel of a muggle writing instrument over her usual quill. At least she was able to sleep in this morning. She liked that Professor Stewart didn't hold classes at ungodly hours of the morning or night.

Austin looked over at Avalon and gave her a friendly wave. He thinks he remembered her. Maybe.

"MORNING," Józef said brightly. He was more cheerful than a lot of mornings, because early flying did that to him. Cleared the cobwebs from his head and whatnot, or whatever the saying was.

He was fairly intrigued by the images on the screen, and by the boxes on Professor Stewart's desk.... But not intrigued enough to sit close to the front. No, he was more than happy in his usual place at the back in the middle.