There was only so much blowing up of stuff that a person could do before it got boring. The only thrill really was in the chase, and that was the part that retained Nem's interest until the activity was called to a halt. Seeking out and cornering the dummies, however, never took long. The prey didn't even make it all that entertaining either.

So it was without regret that Nem dispensed with the first activity followed the Big Man, along with the rest of the class, curiosity piquing as soon as they twigged they were likely headed for the Muggle Studies section of the castle. Were they going take Schmoe captive, make him watch while they blew his classroom to kingdom come? That could be fun, and the Grand Noodle could hardly say he didn't expect it.

... Apparently not. Just neutralising the Technology Room, which wasn't a million miles from Nem's idea, at least.

Nem didn't care one jot for this room, though they had used it maybe once or twice when in a pinch. There was no moral or personal objection to destroying every last thing in here, they were just... slightly deflated. Nem had thought, with the Big Man and his friends now out in the open here in school, things might get more interesting in classes. This just boiled down to practicing Bombarda. Sure, Nem understood that it was likely fundamental in driving the point home, to get the students to be the ones to annihilate the Muggle tech, force them to have a hand in it, to see for themselves how it went down. From a psychological point of view, it made sense.

But Nem didn't need the point driving home, so ultimately it just amounted to grunt work. Maybe they'd be able to get more stuck in as the term drew on... or maybe they really would be better off seeking the Big Man out again.

For now, though, sure. Taking out the tech. Neutralising Noodle Man. Good opportunity to bust out the nonverbals, at least. Nem stepped away, and lined up with one of those useless computers, the ones with the search engines which Noodle Man had blocked from actually searching anything of value. Wand raised, they focused on their target, and moved their wand in that triangular motion, thought hard. There was a funny sputtering from the computer, a couple of sparks, and a sudden plume of smoke. Not good enough. They repeated the wand movement once more, jaw tight, eyes boring into the thing. Bombarda.

Boom. The entire thing exploded, and Nem was forced to take a couple of steps back. Having been successful there, they turned towards another target, face impassive, disinteresting. Beneath that, though, irritation burned through them like streeler venom. Nem didn't care what level nonverbals were supposed to be, or that it was a marked improvement from previous attempts; success only on the second try was simply not good enough.

Lilith stumbled forward as muggle-dummies collided with her. She managed to keep herself upright and her face from flattening against the floor. This was a great excuse to pretend to be confused. Fear struck her of being observed, so she quickly rounded to a dummy that ran past by her. Wand in the air, ready to cast, Rosier called off the activity and had the class move elsewhere.

Seeing as this was her very first day of lessons at Hogwarts, Lilith followed the headmaster closely. She suspected getting lost would earn her terrible consequences. She shivered at the thought.

The brunette drew a breath when they entered the Muggle Technology room. No one told her about this room!!! There were computers!! She could stream herself play some video games--

……………..

Never mind.

Shoulders already tense, they dropped in disappointment. Wand still in hand, she pointed it at a bean bag. This wasn’t as hard as the previous activity. She had no emotional or moral attachment to these things. Objects were replaceable. Tracing a triangle in the space in front of her, she cast, “Bombarda!”

And you know what? Kinsay James was surprisingly okay with being trampled by screaming muggles. She deserved it. If this was how it all ended, then Kinsay couldn't even be mad. She had blown one of their heads off after all.

This was karma. Goodbye terrible world, it was only a little fun while it lasted.

Except. Blink. Blink. It was all gone? The screaming dummies? The shrieking babies? All of it was gone just like that? Kinsay felt like she could once again breath though there was very little relief in doing so. Today was miserable and it had only been a few hours since she had woken up. She needed cuddles. And for daddy to say everything was going to be okay. Except instead all she got were more orders from the Headmaster. The second year slowly lifted herself up from the floor to follow behind the crowd. She wanted to stay at the back incase he sent any horrible spells their way. More people to hide behind.

When the realization of where they were heading finally hit, Kinsay felt all sorts of horrible and sad. The dummies were bad because they screamed and felt real. But they weren't real. They were just pretend. The technology lounge though? This was real. This was something that Professor Schmoe probably worked really hard to set up for them. And they were going to make it go... boom?

Her heart felt sad for the Muggle Studies professor, but seeing as she wanted to keep her mouth (and all other body parts), Kizzy knew she wouldn't really have much of a choice here. So she walked over to one of the corners by herself and aimed her wand at one of the beanbag chairs. "Bombarda," she tried without any real oomph.

Oop! Mamie had gotten too focused on comforting/encouraging the little first year and not watching for dummies. She fell down hard, releasing Delilah's hand so she could scramble back to her feet, wand up, ready for any more runny dummies. Luckily, Rosier disappeared them all right then so she was ready for nothing.

What. A. Relief.

Certain whatever activity was next couldn't be worse, she obediently followed with the class to...the technology lounge? Oh no. Mamie knew this couldn't be good. As he explained they were going to blow up the computers, she paled. How was she going to send her parents and brothers emails with no computers? Her family was going to worry. She tried to look unbothered, but only partly succeeded. She was no professional manipulator, not like Rosier.

She adjusted her grip on her wand. Just one computer. She just had to blow up one computer. She shuffled to the back of the room, aimed at a monitor in the corner. Her ma would be so disappointed in her. "Bombarda!" she said forcefully, doing the triangle again. Nothing. Shouldn't it have been easier to destroy a stationary computer screen than a running and screaming dummy? She took a breath, then tried again, "Bombarda," with a more jagged triangle.

Still nothing.

One last isosceles triangle, "Bombarda!" she cried, angry that it wasn't working when she just wanted to get this over with. That time it worked, blasting a fiery hole out of the middle of the monitor. No more emails home, Mamie.

The sparkler effect was NOT stopping with his wand and Atlas had found himself looking around nervously trying to sort out how to STOP it. He could maybe just walk over to one of the dummies and shower it in magical sparkle flames, maybe. So while everyone else was busy blowing things up, the first year was waving his wand back and forth to try and put it OUT. The wandmaker had said that his wand would be good with fire magic...so this TECHNICALLY should be something within his wheelhouse.

"Stop...stop stop stop stop stop...." he pleaded with his wand as he waved it about. It wasn't really stopping though and at one point or another he had just decided to accept the sparks and try casting Bombarda again. Which, shockingly, did not result in anything truly productive. There were loud BANGS and some more intense bursts of sparks...but nothing that was really worthy of being considered the Exploding Charm. He was TRYING though because, theme aside, he was desperate to know and master his first spell to ANY degree. He may need a different setting for this though...because even with the disconnect and acknowledgement that these were just dummies and none of it was real...he was also acutely aware of what Rosier was trying to accomplish here. Or, well, at least in terms that the 11-year-old could understand.

So...maybe his wand was communicating with him with this sprinkler effect.

So, sans any real progress but with plenty of determination, Atlas was stuck with a wand that was still...doing THIS thing as Rosier called an end to this activity and instructed them to follow him.

Er...okay...could do...

Shuffling his feet along with the crowd and keeping close to his fellow first years (and yes, his wand was still showering sparks because no one had properly taught him how to cancel spell effects), it was pretty obvious the course this was going to take as they entered the Muggle Technology Center. His dad would...have loved this space. Atlas swallowed thickly as Rosier confirmed his suspicions and then the Gryffindor was looking around the room for options.

And then it was time to get to work...and Atlas was ... kind of jealous impressed that Quinn was able to blast apart a computer while this Gryffindor was stuck with a harmless handheld firework. His blue eyes darted around, looking for something a little more finite that he could get more precise practice with on a smaller scale, he spotted one of the older students from the common room the night before doing something that actually looked...kind of fun. No offense, Professor Schmoe. He simply had no real emotional attachment to you just yet and therefore it was kind of easy to get into destructive mode. Plus, well, Professor Schmoe and his dad could compare notes someday.

Maybe.

..........hopefully.

"...I want to do that too!" he chirped sheepishly as he came to a stop beside the girl tossing CDs up and shooting them them out of the air. His wand still spouting sparks like no one's business, Atlas grabbed one of the CDs and prepared to throw it up in the air. "W-We can trade...maybe? I'll toss for you and you for me?" And maybe she could give him pointers and also tell him how to make his wand STOP doing the THING?! Case and all, Atlas gave the CD a toss skyward - with some wicked backspin - and aimed his wand accordingly. "BOMBARDA!"

*BANG!*

There was another eruption of sparks accompanying the explosive noise...but that was it. Well...save for Newton's Laws once again coming into effect and sending the small blonde back a couple of feet with a rough landing right on his bum.

Being trampled by a frantic group of practice dummies was probably karma, right? Cece figured as much as she picked herself up off the ground, ears adjusting to the sudden lack of screams filling the air. She’d hated every minute of that, but at least now maybe class was o-

Oh.

She really needed to know better. Hope wasn’t going to be a thing this term.

Rosier’s path to the tech lounge was familiar and the fifth year realized where they were going well before they’d arrived. She just hoped Schmoe wasn’t there to see this. Poor Schmoe. He’d forgive them, wouldn’t he?

Not wanting to risk a hex in her direction, Cece obediently entered the room and looked around. So much destruction already. It made her big old heart hurt. Moving towards the muggle board games, she tried not to think of childhood memories where she’d played with her grandpa and trained her wand, first on Monopoly. ”Bombarda!”

Laying on the ground after being trampled by frightened dummies, all she could think about was how badly that had gone wrong. The pain in her wrist and elbow didn't even register much as she had landed on them seconds earlier. If she had any scrapes or bruises and surely she was going to, that didn't matter either. What was happening right now, she deserved it. It made her feel a little better that the muggle dummies had fought back anyway they could.

What didn't feel good at all was the pain in the pit of her stomach at seeing Quinn and Tadgh on the ground as well. She would have to apologize to them later for leading them into that mess.

Barely on her feet, her arm already forming dark angry bruises, Lia silently followed Rosier to the...Tech Lounge? This wasn't fair. None of it was fair. Hadn't they gone through enough already? While she had never stepped foot in this room before she instantly knew what it was. How could she not? All the arcade games, computers and jukeboxes. This could've easily been a favorite spot of hers.

As much as she didn't want to it, this was easier than those practice muggle dummies. Nothing in here would run around screaming in terror... she hoped. Raising her wand and aiming it at an arcade game she traced the triangular motion in the air as she cast, "Bombarda!" with all the focus and intent that she could.

Just let this lesson be over soon..

Dummy or no dummy the scream got to Gemma and she felt her hand shake as her eyes teared up and she looked away. This was horrible and she didn't understand why they were being put through this. They were all just kids and kids shouldn't be this traumatized, should they?

Taking a deep breath and getting her wits about her she lifted her shaking hand to do another spell, but stopped as the head jerk called them to stop and follow him. She followed with the rest of the class, though she want to head in a different direction. Would he even know if she did?

Seeing the lounge Gemma felt all kinds of feeling, she didn't spend too much time in there because she really had no reason, but she knew others did and it was the professors way of teaching them about muggles. This was not okay on so many levels. Biting down on her cheek she kept from saying anything that could cause her any issues and just turned into the room.

She didn't care what she pointed at or what she hit, she didn't want to see what was happening, she didn't want to be part of this. Her hand was up and the movement was done, "Bombarda"

One minute Bella was looking for a new target dummy to practice on and the next she was running away to save herself. The dummies were wild and it felt like they were stampeding after her. Panic rising Bella was looking for somewhere to hide when the stampeding mass of dummies ran right past her, knocking her to the floor with a loud THUMP in the process. Clasping her hand over her mouth to disguise a hurt gasp Bella slowly picked herself back up on her feet. Luckily she had just bruised her hands, nothing more ached at least not right now.

Headmaster horrible Rosier just then ended the activity before leading them from the dueling arena and over to the tech lounge for more blasting practice. Bella had never been in this room before, but the gadgets looked cool, interesting and fun. That they were going to blast it all to pieces was a big shame and she hoped that the professor who taught this class would forgive them. Choosing a board game Bella aimed her wand at the game and casted firmly "Bombarda!" tracing the wand movement in the air as she did so. Hopefully it’d work since she was just a first year.

Still in a simmering, seething, foul mood, which could be accelerated into something more befitting the previous murder simulation activity if they weren't careful, Nem moved along two steps and prepared to line up with one of the big, ugly, irritating arcade games. As they raised their wand, however, they caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of their eye. Another second year who had previously found it impossible to keep her mouth shut. At least, it seemed, until now, though it was doubtful she'd keep that up.

Nem watched her for a moment, attempting to cast on a beanbag. Well, attempting was not exactly the word. The attempt was lacklustre, there wasn't much in it. So Nem, most helpful of all students ever, raised their wand without moving from where they stood, and aimed it at the beanbag as well. "Bombarda."

It went more with a FLOMP than with a bang, its innards spraying everywhere in a reaction not unlike a volcanic eruption. "Hey, you. Kinsay James," Nem said, to get her attention. Yeah. Yeah. You. "It won't work if you're not trying. Make sure you do what he said, and practice on the tech as well." Helping, see? Yes, yes, very helpful. Wouldn't want anyone to get in trouble for swerving the major equipment.

To emphasise the point, Nem turned back to the arcade game they'd lined up. The first failed nonverbal had left a lingering, bitter taste, so they didn't attempt another one for this demonstration. Just raised their wand at the arcade game, repeated the triangular movement, and spoke another assertive, "Bombarda."

Boom. Peace out, Pac-Man.

Noooooooo not the arcade games! Ugh. She grimaced and looked around at everyone else. Nobody looked happy to do this, save for Rosier.

The duality of man.

But goodbye to any semblance of fun left in this place. Goodbye Donkey Kong, the only muggle game she knew how to play, sure, but fun nevertheless. Like seriously, what was this? The medieval times? The fake muggles were disturbing, yes, but they were fake. This was just unfortunate.

There was no way Donkey Kong was muggle propaganda. No way.

She turned her attention to the other arcade games. "Bombarda!" She shouted, imitating the triangular motion. The sparks her wand emanated didn't do much damage. "Bombarda!" She tried it again, aiming purposefully at the machine. The man at Ollivander's had told her this wand was good for defensive spells, so maybe she just needed to practice. This was as good a chance as any, where else was she supposed to blow things up? She threw a spell at an adjacent beanbag.

She raised her eyebrows as she heard a loud boom, followed by someone landing near her. Oh, that boy from the common room who'd peed himself, right. (Atlas) The tiny girl stuck out her hand in offering to help him up, not that she was any bigger than he was, but it was the principle of the matter.

She turned her attention back to the Donkey Kong, she could do this...

Valencia did her best to be the robot that everyone believed she was. But the Ravenclaw was very quickly losing it. There was screaming and running and it was awful.

And now they were blowing up school property.

She looked around at the destruction, not at all wanting to participate. It was a CRIME to destroy instruments of learning.

But she also knew now was the time to do what she was told. Needless to say, the Ravenclaw was very torn as she looked around. Her eyes landed on a table. That would... be more okay...

"Bombarda."

Something was seriously wrong with this kid. Bernie turned at the chipper little voice next to her, only to see (in full) the explosion and rocketing sending him backward. She bit her lip and rolled it into her mouth, inadvertently making a wrinkly old-man face in an effort to keep from laughing while the other Gryffindor helped him up. She scooted closer to the two of them, though, to give them some advice. Was she allowed to help younger kids learn????????? Who knew, at this point.

"Okay, first of all, you'd better cast a finite incantatem to get your wand to stop acting up," she counseled him quietly. Never mind, maybe she should just do that for him. Bernie muttered the spell and waved her wand at him, then continued with her mini-lecture. "I'll throw the CDs for you; I don't need the practice with bombarda, really. Just aim, say the incantation CLEARLY and CONFIDENTLY, and it should work. As long as you're channeling your energy through your wand and into blowing up the CD."

Yes, that was important. Bernie eyed the boy, trying to ignore how wet his pants looked (again), and grabbed another CD. "Ready? Aim....." Bernie tossed it in the air away from them as she said the last word, "FIRE!"

Her spell worked and the arcade machine went BOOM, into smithereens. The impact of the happening had Claudine wincing yet again. She took a moment to recover, to observe all the things around her and to delay having to blow up something else. What? Did she look like one Seamus Finnegan? It was chaos all around. Computers, arcade machines and all the things…

When she had decided that she’d delayed the inevitable for as long as she could, Claudine took aim at another machine. She needed to ensure that Rosier didn’t hound her for wasting time. “Bombarda.’’ The girl was quite sure the spell would work this time too. After all, it was one that she had mastered.

Welp. Once again, Noah Nam had successfully found a way to fall on his butt during DADA class. This seemed to be a trending theme here with him. Standing up, he was surprised when Rosier called off the dummies from knocking everyone and everything down before indulging the students in his very next plan.

Noah's face fell even further. Destroy the tech lonuge? They one that Minjae loved so dearly!?!? And they had to do it... It felt so wrong. So wrong destroying something because of its origin..... It.... No. It wasn't worth reasoning or disagreeing. Who knew what else Rosier would do or throw. So Noah followed the rest of the students to the lounge to start "practicing".

The sooner he destroyed it, the less he'd feel right?

Pointing his wand at an unsuspecting chair, he cast the spell, "Bombarda!!" Then he turned his attention just in time to see someone casting the spell on the games... RUDE!! Those games were relics to some people! And he wagered that you probably could have sold half those games on the market for a pretty penny too....

Phoebe was still limping from being trampled by those dummies, but considering how awful it had been to watch them react to the attack like real people, she sort of felt like she deserved the kicks to the ribs and the feet stepping on her hands and legs. She certainly hoped to never have to blast a living thing again.

Which didn't make this better, did it? Blowing up machines that ol' Schmoe cared about as if they were his own babies. It would break his heart, which broke Phoebe's heart. No one wanted to hurt that adorable man child. Well, maybe the heartless. Aboli probably wanted to hurt him, because girlfriend was stone cold.

She pointed her wand at a nearby machine and wistfully cast, "Bombarda." If an explosion could sound like a sob, this one suuuuure did.

Ivy should've been relieved when the scene finally disappeared, but all she could think about was what awful thing the Not!Headmaster would come up with next. And how the screams were still ringing in her ears.

But like everyone else, she quietly followed, feeling more and more uneasy as they went along until...

Professor Schmoe's technology lounge. They had...to destroy this now?

She wasn't sure which was worse. On the one hand, the computers weren't alive and didn't behave like they were either. But on the other hand, this place was important to her Head of House and to other students. And she liked being here sometimes too.

And now they had no choice but to destroy it all.

So she turned to one of the computer monitors, trying not to think too hard about any of it right now, just wanting to get this lesson over with but only focusing on getting the spell right, and she cast, "Bombarda!"

Delilah's triumphs (if you could even call them that) were very, very short lived. In the chaos of Mamie's first spell, a group of dummies came running their way in an attempt to get to safety. Delilah was no match for them, and in their haste, she was knocked right off her feet and onto her bottom. Ow. Then to add insult to injury, just as soon as she'd cast her spell successfully, the exact same thing happened a second time. This time, though, Delilah landed on her back instead of her bottom. She didn't even bother looking toward the headmaster. He was just loving this, wasn't he?

In a weird change of events, they were suddenly back in the dueling arena. Delilah found herself relieved to be away from the muggles and all the screaming and running. She had a feeling that the sound of people screaming in fear and agony would be on her mind for many years to come. She followed the professor, cringing at the thought of whatever else was coming up.

She paused just inside the entrance to the Muggle Technology Lounge. She didn't even think she'd be using this room much, but just the thought of destroying it didn't sit well with her. She hesitated again as she watched her classmates destroy one thing after another. Why wasn't anybody protesting this?! Nevermind. She knew. It was for the same exact reason that she would be joining in soon. She slowly walked over to a nearby machine, and with a look of sadness in her eyes, she raised her wand toward it. "Bombarda!" she said, moving her wand in a triangular motion.

O_________O

Kinsay James absolutely SHRIEKED in the face of the suddenly-exploding beanbag and immediately ducked for cover. That's what you were supposed to do when beanbag innards went flying in every which way. Safety first, obviously.

If only she could stay ducked like this forever. Unfortunately, if she did that she might find herself in--HUH?! Having heard her name, Kinsay popped her head up in a way such that she resembled a deer caught in wandlight. It only took her a few seconds to realize that it had only been another student calling her out and not their scary new headmaster, but those few seconds of not knowing were filled with enough fear to get the point across.

And even though she tried to listen to the (cute) older student, Kizzy was hesitant to do as told. So quietly and from her safe distance, Kinz watched he blow up one of the arcade games. It made her wince and her whole stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels (not in the good way though).... Um.

She stayed still for a moment longer before deciding to inch her way towards the (cute) Slytherin. "Can you help me?" Despite not wanting to admit it, Kinsay James was not very good at magic. Apparently that's what happens when you have a Professor who takes away your wand for the first week of classes and then doesn't teach you any spells in your first, formative year of magic. Plus. She still felt guilty about blowing anything up after the whole screaming dummies scenario from before. And maybe she could latch on to the older Slytherin and find comfort in his arms? Nem was good with spells, clearly. So he could keep her safe!

She practiced her cutest most PLEADING, kicked cruppy look. Please?

Heath watched the scene unfold in front of him, poised to cast the spell again. “Bombar-” he began, but the fleeing dummies knocked him down before he could finish. He picked himself up, massaging the back of his head where it hit the ground. Ooh, that was definitely going to leave a bump! But there was no time to think about it now. He quickly gave chase, wand drawn, but before he could catch up, the lesson moved on.

He followed Rosier and the others to the Technology Lounge, his heart sinking more and more with each step. He already had an idea where this was going, even before Rosier’s instructions confirmed his suspicion. Being the actor that he was, Heath betrayed no outward sign of emotion, but inside he was every bit as devastated as this room was about to be. Having grown up primarily in the muggle world, he was well familiar with most of these items. Destroying them felt like destroying a part of himself, but it had to be done. He knew what would happen if he didn’t, and no object was worth human lives! Sorry, Professor Schmoe, he thought.

Drawing his wand, he aimed for the nearest computer. “Bombarda!” he exclaimed, allowing his anger to build behind the spell. The computer exploded with a BANG! Then he turned his attention to any equipment that happened to be attached to the computer at the time, just in case anything survived the initial blast. “Bombarda!” A keyboard went up in a cloud of sparks and discarded keys. “Bombarda!” A mouse exploded, sending bits of plastic flying everywhere. When he had destroyed all the equipment in that area, he turned his attention to the table where it once sat. If this was the part he had to play now, he would do a convincing job of it! “Bombarda!” he cast the spell, making the triangular wand movement, and the table went up with a resounding BANG!

Having considered that whole second year situation done and dealt with, Nem was quite... content was not the word exactly, nor willing, closer to contractually obligated, though there was no contract, and Nem had never really been one for acquiescing to oblications, but... whatever. They were going to continue, was the point, continue and not look back. Had found another computer ripe for the exploding and everything.

But then...

Without yet lowering their wand, Nem looked back over their shoulder to find that same second year. Merlin alive, it was like feeding a stray cat and acquiring a new shadow, except cats were better company. It would have been easier to shrug off the bug-eyed wonder and just continue as normal, but Nem was craving a little variety. In any case, give a man a fish, yadda, yadda, yadda.

"Sure I can," they replied, friendly, so friendly, and stepped aside so Chatterjames could line up and aim for the computer instead, but kept eyes on her for the moment. "Focus on intent. Try to visualise it, will it to happen." Folding their arms, wand of elder still held firmly in their left hand, Nem added, as an afterthought. "If you've got any anger in you, that might help too, but don't get into the habit of relying on it."

Also? No latching on, thanks. Comfort was not a natural resource, not in these arms.

Kinsay didn't mind being compared to a cat. Cats were cute and so was she! Nemesis was too, but in an entirely different way. The kind of way that all Phoebe's older friends were, though she wasn't sure Phoebe and Nemesis were friends. Kizzy would have to ask later, but for now she'd stand beside the older Slytherin and try not to look as asdfasdf as she felt. He looked even nicer up close.

A little starry eyed and now distracted, thoughts of guilt slowly melted away as she stepped forward. "Thanks," she smiled, looking at her feet before looking back up at the computer she was meant to blow up. Kizzy nodded to show that she was listening to all the instructions. Listening was something she was getting better at, see? Not to mention that these were the most explicit instructions she had actually ever received in regards to spellwork. All last term no one seemed to notice when she was pretending in class and none of the professors seemed to care to fix it. But Nemesis cared. It made Kiz feel some type of way.

And though she didn't harbor a whole lot of anger in her little body, she decided to pretend the computer was Mr. Rosier because he was terrible and mean and maybe that'd help her feel a little better. So taking a deep breath, she pointed her wand and traced a triangle. Intent. Visualize. Will. Rosier face. "Bombarda!" This time with oomph because she was trying to be impressive (even though there were still minor sads for the poor Muggle Studies professor).

.....

Only nothing happened so she regripped her wand and tried again. "Bombarda!" This time there was a...

*BOOM!*

But Kinsay didn't wait to see the aftermath because as soon as she realized it worked (which was almost immediate, it was funny the way she could connect with her wand... Thanks, Mr. Victor), she turned to give the Slytherin a BIG hug. "It worked!" Lots of latching. "It really worked!" Latching forever, okay?

So...ow. That hurt and would certainly leave a bruise. Though hopefully it would not be so bad that he would have to go see the healer about it. He did question his future self's ability to sit down, maybe even walk...despite his landing sparing him from that unsavory position, but perhaps it was best to simply leave that as a problem for his future self. He was just about to push himself up when one of his first year peers was coming over and offering him her hand. A hand which he accepted with a mumbled thank you just in time for the older Gryffindor to come over and join them.

His eyes crossed as he looked at his wand, the shower of sparks FINALLY gone. He could honestly hug her - AND IF HE DID SHE WOULD FIND THAT HE WAS DRY AS A BONE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH - but refrained. Instead he covered the tip of his wand with his hand to see if it was hot. Want to guess how many hot irons and hot pans he did this with? The number was...a lot, but never the same surface twice. His wand, however, was not hot to the touch despite the spell JUST being removed. "Finite Incantatem...I'll...try..." he nodded. At least he had had a private demonstration of that. "You wanna join?" he asked the girl, Beth, who had helped him up. "Since you're here too and we have an expert."

She DID seem to have an explosive personality from what Atlas had observed.

Though he was skeptical about this whole "no need to practice" nonsense, the first year nodded politely and got into a ready position. Focus on the CD, think about making it explode, channel the feeling and desire... Only, deep down in his heart of hearts her really didn't want to. He KNEW that what they were doing here was wrong. So regardless of the determination on his face, the furrowed brow and squinty gaze, the blonde was destined for failure. Still, he took careful aim and thrust his want in the direction of the lobbed CD with a tight wrist movement for the wand movement. "BOMBARDA!"

Another loud bang and a FLASH of brilliant red light shot out of his wand this time...but when the dust settled, because something HAD indeed blown up, the CD went crashing to the floor with only its case broken from impact. Atlas, however, had a face covered in soot and his hair was standing on end in every which direction and looking as though something had exploded right in front of his face.

"...did I...did I get it?" he inquired, shell shocked and a bit dizzy.

Heath didn’t stick around to survey the damage left behind by his spells. He moved down the row of computers robotically, systematically eliminating every piece of untouched equipment in his path. “Bombarda!” A computer monitor exploded. “Bombarda!” A speaker gone. “Bombarda!” A keyboard turned to shrapnel. The angry fire that once fuelled his spells had died; now the only thing he felt was numb. He was like a Stormtrooper: detached, impassive, programmed for destruction not emotion… except his aim was a lot better!

Finally growing bored with the computer equipment, he wandered the room in search of something else to destroy, his expression blank, his eyes blind to the damage all around him, his ears deaf to the blasts from his classmates' spells. Eyes trained on an intact beanbag chair, he pointed his wand and made the triangular movement. “Bombarda!” The chair exploded with a loud BANG, but Heath showed no reaction to the sound or to the beans and stuffing that rained down all around him. On to the next target...

With each explosion, Minjae's legs seemed to wobble and he had to lean himself against the wall next to the jukebox he had exploded earlier. He wanted to scream at all of them to stop it. He wanted to yell in Rosier's face and beg tell him to stop this madness and restore everything back in order and leave the room alone. He wanted to use the banishing charm to throw everyone out and he would have done all of these things if he had not been absolutely terrified to get tortured.

Or worse...

It was as if someone had put on a filter over the world for everything seemed blurry. He hadn't even noticed that tears were forming in his eyes as he watched as his safe haven was being destroyed explosion after explosion. Another tuck at his heart happened when he thought of Professor Schmoe who must have put so much hard-work and dedication in finding these old devices , maybe spend a little fortune on them as well, and it was being destroyed in a blink of an eye.


He hadn't exploded anything yet after the jukebox, he had just been staring. Hating himself that he couldn't do anything about this. He hated knowing how much control they had over them on only the first day. He hated that his arm lifted up in fear as he thought about what would happen if the Tyrant saw him doing nothing. He absolutely hated himself when he pointed his wand at one of the screens and with a non-verbal Bombarda he watched as it exploded in brilliant bright light.