Just a dummy. Just a dummy. Avalon kept reminding herself with every dummy that was blown to pieces in front of her, though she still winced at every single scream. It was too lifelike, and she couldn't stop herself from thinking that the dummies could soon become real. She experienced a brief moment of relief when Rosier signaled to stop the spellcasting, but she was filled with despair again as they marched down the corridor. Toward what could only be one place—the Muggles Studies wing.

Her first thoughts went to Professor Schmoe, her strange but beloved Head of House. Surely Rosier wouldn't have them trying to blow up a professor, right? That she simply would not do.

But no, he wanted them to destroy the technology lounge. Professor Schmoe's pride and joy, and a safe haven for so many of the Muggleborn students. But she knew she had to do it, or else she'd face severe consequences. So, with a defeated shake of the head, she squeezed her eyes closed and fired the spell at one of the arcade games. And then the desk with the computer on it. And then another arcade game.

This was absolutely horrible. She hoped Professor Schmoe would forgive her.

How right she was.

The second arcade game machine exploded. Claudine shut her eyes as it, and everything else at the time, were blown up by her peers. Rosier must be loving this, she decided with a strong rush of hatred. He should have been born a Muggle or a Squib then he could have been envious of magical folks had he been the latter. Sadly, this was not the case and she was forced to do something she resented doing. How much longer before this drated lesson came to an end?

The Snakette turned her attention to the board games. Snakes and Ladders happened to be a favourite of hers. Fine, it was the only board game she had ever played but she had enjoyed it. "Bombarda. Bombarda.'' Two spells for two different games. Snakes and Ladders and Monopoly.

Hogwarts, forever the school for dramatics.

He'd seen enough.

"Alright, alright." Lucien waved a lazy hand, waiting for the students to settle down. "That's it. I'll finish up anything you didn't get done." He'd had enough of the shouts and the explosions and was already well satisfied with what he'd seen today. There was little need for anything further.

"Head back to the arena to get your things then you're free to go. I'll be posting your homework on the noticeboard. Do remember everything we've covered today." Not the spell but his stance on them doing dumb things, on them doing what they were told if they wanted to maintain any peace.

"Dismissed."

Quinn stopped blowing things up (which he was able to do thanks to envisioning objects as the Headmaster). He wasn't in the mood to speak, but figured it would be worse if he didn't acknowledge the Headmaster on the way out. "Goodbye, Headmaster," he said monotonously as he marched out of the room and back towards the arena.

He should probably go to the Gryffindor common room to see that girl. Quinn remembered that he had seen the girl at the Gryffindor table during the feast, so he would just... wait outside of the common room for her. He wouldn't be able to get in, but he didn't much feel like waiting for her here. He wanted to get away from the DADA class and the Headmaster as quick as possible. Plus, he needed to give her back her handkerchief. And get whatever would help the mess on his forehead. And thank her. But, for now, he was gone in a flash.

"....." Bernie coughed out a smoke ring, courtesy of Atlas Flamsteed. She, too, had a blackened face, hair blown back like she'd been standing too close to a bomb going off.

"What," she wheezed, "is WRONG with you---r WAND?" She was THISCLOSE to snatching another first year's wand (just like this point in time last year, huh?). That thing NEEDED to be looked at; it shouldn't be backfiring like this with such a straightforward spell!

But the important thing was... the boy had managed to kinda dent the CD case. A little. "Sure," she coughed again into her elbow, subtlely rubbing her nose and face all over her sleeve. "Merlin." Was this class ove--- oh, okay, yeah. It was. "Um, yeah, sooooooo. Better luck next time, huh?" Bernie slapped Atlas lightly on the back and then took off to get the heck out of there and go get her bag. The first thing she wanted was to have a good cry about the loss of the Muggle-dummies, and Schmoe's lab, and maybe Schmoe himself, who knew? And thennnnnnn she had to go WASH HER FACE thanks to this kid.

First years, man. The WORST.

That was it, they could go? Having only destroyed the one monitor, she carefully made her way out of the room, trying to avoid all the computer debris from everyone's practice. She wanted to get out of this class A. S. A. P. That meant As Soon As Possible.

She left the technology lounge without a word because she didn't want to get in trouble for incessant goodbyes, then retrieved her things from the DADA classroom. She really hoped the rest of her classes were better. More normal, if that was even a thing at Hogwarts.

Remember what they'd covered? What had they learned, anyway, except how to blow things up. Now Violet was good at burning things and blowing them up--not skills likely to advance her in her life. Her contempt for these people was growing by the day. They had power, for sure, but they were fools if they thought what they were doing was going to be of any use to them in the long run.

Violet was beginning to think being a grown-up wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But she held her tongue and left the Technology lounge to pick up her things and get out of here.

Huh?

Dahlia had her wand trained on a stack of board games she was about ready to blow up when the 'Headmaster' spoke. It was much easier casting Bombarda on items rather than people, even if those people had been practice dummies. The lack of screaming, fear and running all over the place likely helped a great deal with that.

Lowering her wand and slipping it back into the holster on her waist, Lia brushed some stray hairs off her face. There was no need to stand around if they were dismissed. With the tiniest of nods of her head in the 'Headmasters' direction, in an attempt to be 'polite', the eleven headed out the door.

A quick stop would be to the DADA to collect her things and then it was straight to the Ravenclaw common dorms to clean up.