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Muggle Studies Lesson 1: A Lesson on Sabotage
OOC: HENLO AND WELCOME! While this is our first class together OOC, it would not be your character's first class with Schmoe this year! Please be sure to take a look at the classroom rules (they have changed a bit) IMPORTANT NOTE - please read: As I'm sure you're well aware by now, Muggle Studies is going to look a little different this year. As this will not be our first lesson IC (though it is our first one ooc), I just wanted to let y'all know what class would have looked like up until now.Lesson Progress: + Greetings + Question 1: Why are Wizards Better than Muggles? + Responses to Q1 + Question 2: Give an example of something muggles need tools or machinery for, but for which wizards have a magic alternative? Why is the magical way better? + Responses of Q2 + Introduction of Mini-Activity: Sabotage muggle objects + Main Activity: Build your own sabotage chamber __Guiding Posts: One Two Three Four Five |
Ash had been pushing it. She could die at any moment. That's why she was extra compliant in muggle studies. It was the class with the most potential for awfulness. She nodded at Schmoe. "Good morning professor." She sat down, sitting up straight, taking mental deep breaths to calm down. She could feel her blood boiling, and now was not the time. She attempted a smile. Ash was the image of a calm, cool, collected, and compliant happy child. Now was not the time to push it. Now was never the time to push it. Especially since she'd prefer to be alive. |
Muggle Studies this year had become what Claudine felt about DADA for the past two years. Both were now dreaded. She had toyed with the thought of actually skipping the lesson but some more thinking told her that wouldn’t help her. Instead, here she was trudging slowly into the lesson, prepared to deal with The Hoods and her anxiety. Schmoe was having it worse though. Claudine couldn’t blame him. The curriculum this year had drastically changed which she knew had been done forcefully. “Hi, professor,’’ the fifth year said very quietly as she neared him. Smiling wasn’t always her thing but she did give the man what she hoped was an encouraging one before heading to a back row to select a seat. |
Quinn was very tempted to skip out on this class, but he knew nothing good would come of it. Time to go get trashed on for about an hour straight. But what was new, right? He walked into the class glumly, finding a seat towards the back. "Hello, Professor Schmoe." Quinn knew that none of this was his fault—in fact, he could very easily tell that his Head of House was not comfortable teaching this material at all, which made it at least a little less horrid—but it was still pretty bad. Quinn pulled out two pieces of paper, but not for taking notes. Atlas had shown him how to fold one of those origami ladybugs (apparently the first of an entire menagerie) and Quinn was trying his best to perfect it. He pulled out the red one Atlas had given him and set it on the desk, then pulled out his own piece of paper and did his best to replicate it using the steps Atlas taught him. |
Schmoe was absolutely breaking Phoebe's heart, and she was starting to dread his class. Not because the whole class was totally subverted to a theme that obviously didn't jibe with what the professor believed, but because he just seemed so defeated. She wanted to give him a big hug, but since that was unlikely to get them any favor with the goon squad, she settled for an encouraging smile. Maybe she'd slip some cookies on his desk after class. "Good day to you, Professor. The sun is out today. Have you had a chance to see it?" |
Camryn took the long way to Muggle Studies class. A class that she was really excited for not that long ago had become arguably her most dreaded one. She was not happy as she entered the classroom. Clearly she was not the only one because the professor looked very stressed. The thought that anyone could be more anxious than Camryn was not a good one. “Hello Professor”, Cam said, trying to appear upbeat. Even she wasn’t that good an actress though. She went to her seat, sat down and got ready for an unpleasant time where she would be forced to say things that she really didn’t mean. Hopefully everyone except the hooded guys would realize that. |
Nem was starting to get real bored of everyone sad-sacking around this place. It was enough to make a person miss the idiocy of the entire student body trying to Gryffindor their way to death's door. At least that was more entertaining. Whatever. Muggle Studies had been a class Nem had taken purely for Schmoe reasons. Things had changed, of course, but these days they were more interested in seeing the new approach to the subject matter. So, even with the new management and how they may view a student who had opted to take Muggle Studies, Nem felt pretty comfortable in continuing their attendance. The main difference was that now they were taking no risks in appearing to buddy up to Schmoe, but surely he'd reach a conclusion that it was as much about their own self-preservation as his changed curriculum clearly was for his. So, after lunch, when it was time for Muggle Studies, Nem strolled nonchalantly into the classroom and claimed the first seat that caught their eye, greeting the professor with a regular old, "Afternoon, Professor Schmoe." Who was to say if it was any more or less unnerving than usual. |
If there was one lesson that Minjae had started to dislike, it was Muggle Studies. He hated seeing the Professor so fidgety and nervous, he had always been that way but for the past few lessons it had only increased. And he couldn't blame him. The new backwards lessons had given the Hufflepuff stress as well. He hated that he had play pretend and agree with the Anti-Muggle sentiments just because he feared for his life as a Muggleborn. He hated how he had to sit there and accept the negativity and he hated that it was slowly getting in to his head that maybe his family was trash... While he had been in fear for The Hoods in other classes he felt absolute hatred for them in this one. And a mixture of fear and anger was not healthy. Each class, it took all of his willpower not to grab his textbook and give it a - WHACK- to the back of their heads. Those were just fantasies though, which was why he was still around. "Hello Professor" he greeted him the moment he had entered the class. He wanted to say some encouraging words but he couldn't think of any. He found an empty seat and vowed to himself to not let today's lesson to go to his head. He had to stay strong! |
Austin didn't like this term at all. He had friends who were muggle born, also being a half blood himself, so it annoyed him that he had to play nice with these people. But he just decided to shut up. "Hey professor," he said and went to find an empty seat. He gave Minjae a wave. He's seen him before. |
Bernie had done her best to convince herself that this class could still be useful, that she was just now having the wool pulled down from her eyes, that she was being exposed to the biases many wizards had against her family and people like her. Why, without this year, she might have naively graduated from Hogwarts thinking that many witches and wizards had put the issue of blood status behind them. She might have never known how nefarious certain people could be. And if she were going to become a Dark wizard catcher one day, she'd surely need to know how to think like one, right? Right. So, ultimately, Bernie was still here, though much subdued, and frowning much more than she normally would have as she entered Schmoe's classroom. "Hi, Professor," she greeted him as levelley as possible, with a very small nod of resignation. Bernie picked out a seat that had a view of the window and sat down, resting her chin on her hand and trying not to think too much of better days and lessons in this room. Remember when she'd been hit upside the head by a book? Good times. |
Aries had decided there was no class he actually liked. Except of course, flying. And herbology - but that was because he simply had to, since family was supposed to be really important and all. But back to the matter in hand, muggle studies was the worst of it all - and he hated being in this school. Not because of the teacher or the subject itself but because of ~the others~ hovering about. It was all just abysmal; a word he had only learned the night before because Atlas was mumbling it in his sleep. But alas, he was here - dragging his feet to one of the desks. "Hello Professor, you look like you haven't been sleeping much" |
Dahlia hadn't been able to experience what Muggle Studies had been like before things had 'changed'. All she knew was it had to have been very different. There was no muggle items around and magic was allowed. Both were big changes according to her older siblings. It made her sad to think about what she might have been learning about before all of this. All of those thoughts were pushed from her mind however, the second she stepped through the classroom door. The set-up was still very much the same. Nothing had changed. Well.. nothing expect for the fact that Professor Schmoe looked even more rundown and defeated than the last lesson with him. "Good afternoon, Professor Schmoe," Lia gave a small but what she hoped was a warm smile. She found herself an empty seat and sat down, quietly taking out her things and laying them on her desk. |
Aboli dreaded Muggle Studies, and she regretted taking it her NEWT year. If only she had known, last term, when she was picking her NEWT level classes in the beginning of sixth year what she was getting herself into. If only she could have foreseen the events of this year. How had her mother not even known?! She supposed the inner eye was not knowing, or there was a big reason why Ziggy had been left in the dark about this. "Professor," Aboli said gently before taking a seat next to Minjae. She knew he was muggleborn and that this class was probably difficult for all of them to stomach right now. Ugh. UGH. Her stomach churned as she settled. Professor Schmoe looked horrible, as usual, and Aboli wished there was something she or others could do for him. Alas, he was involved in the wrong subject matter. His only crime, really. |
Muggle Studies classes were slowly chipping away at Cece's heart and while she wished she could just skip the lessons all together, she felt like she needed to show up for Professor Schmoe. The poor guy looked super awful and sad and like he needed support, so she could do that. She could come and sit through all the horrible muggle remarks and try and be strong for him, 'cause he sure looked like he needed it. "Hello Professor," She greeted softly, offering the guy a fleeting smile as she moved past to take her seat. She wondered what kind of awful they'd be learning about today. |
Muggle studies was already something she didn't like to focus on too much, yet here she was taking the ridiculous course again. It wasn't all that great in most instances but this year it seemed almost worse. Schmoe wasn't ridiculous like normal. He wasn't the kind of quirky always making you do the odd muggle activity kind of guy anymore. Granted, Charlie was fairly certain she didn't want any part of anything that had to do with muggles these days. She hadn't even been interested in making clothes these days. It didn't seem worth it at all. Tucking a curl behind her ear she walked over and took a seat behind CeCe hoping that maybe this wouldn't be such a painful class. "Professor." She nodded and gave a faint smile to the man. |
This had become a class that she dreaded just as much as DADA, and Ivy wished she could just drop the class. But, honestly, even if she could, she probably wouldn't. Professor Schmoe was her Head of House, and he was clearly just as uncomfortable with the lesson topics as they were - maybe even more. So it was the least she could do to show up with everyone else and support him, even if it wasn't much. "Hi, Professor," she said, offering him a small smile before continuing on to quickly claim an empty seat. |
Originally Cornelia wasn't taking Muggle Studies lessons. But, considering how things were at the school, she managed to make the addition to her time-table early on in the school year. Honestly, it was for the best. She didn't know too much about Muggles, so she was learning a lot in this class. It all was leaving quite an impression on her, needless to say. "Hello, Professor Schmoe," the first year greeted the man when she saw him. She offered him a smile since he looked so gloomy once again. The little girl was curious about what was going on with the noodle of a man, but not enough to ask out loud. She assumed it was because of the Neo-Alliance stuff going on ... but, well, he still had a job, right? That was something to be happy about, right? She tried not to think too much about it. After all, the professor was an adult and could take care of himself. She was just a girl. All she was here to do was to learn, which was why the Slytherin quietly took the seat next to Dahlia and waited for the lesson to begin. |
She couldn't have been the only one who felt guilty every time she walked into the muggle studies classroom, yeah? Because maaaannnnn, Emmerson got buried a little deeper in guilt every time she came to this side of the castle and caught sight of the busted up tech lounge. She hadn't spent much time in there, but she KNEW it meant a lot to poor Schmoe-y. How he was standing there acting like his sky wasn't falling was beyond her. She'd have laid down and given up right away. The fact the squad ALWAYS came to this class also made it now one of her least favourites. There was never a reprieve. "Hello Professor. You're looking just a little less tense than usual. I think Professor Smiles would consider that a...a good omen." But the hooded bullies kinda...er...they were definitely a BAD one. Did that cancel things out? Were they gonna have a neutral lesson??? |
Kale Trent spent most of his time this term fluctuating between, like, physically burying his head in the sand and talking himself out of throwing more shoes at hooded dudes’ heads. Sure, it was satisfying, but the consequences weren’t cool. They were the opposite of cool. And he knew Schmoe was having a rough go of it, too. Cuz like the whole Alliance or whatever was trying to argue that muggles were uselessly. And Schmoe’s whole, like, job or whatever was to advocate for Muggle history and value. So when he walked into Muggle Studies he smiled at the shaky-looking Professor. “Heya Professor.” And quietly went to his seat. |
Heath’s heart sank with every step he took toward the muggle studies classroom. Although he found Professor Schmoe’s teaching methods a bit… weird at times, he had genuinely enjoyed his lessons up until this term because it was clear that Schmoe cared about the subject. Now the class was just a bitter reminder of a world he couldn’t go back to. With every lesson, the anger at Rosier’s brand of bigotry, the fear that that bigotry would one day be directed at him as a halfblood, the self-doubt that maybe his background really did make him inferior, grew. He felt like a blaster about to go off at any moment! Trying to push through thoughts out of his mind, he trudged into the classroom to find Professor Schmoe at the front of the room. The man looked every bit as terrible as Heath felt! His heart went out to him. Whatever he felt about the new curriculum, he didn’t blame Professor Schmoe for it. “Good afternoon, Professor Schmoe,” he greeted with a polite nod and the faintest hint of a smile. It would have been more, but he worried that if he smiled too much or looked at the professor too sympathetically, he’d be hexed by the hooded goons who he expected to make an appearance any time. As usual, he beelined for the back of the room. Familiar habits and familiar people were a source of comfort now that his world had gone completely mad. He almost took a seat beside Claudine but stopped himself just in time, taking the one that neighbored her diagonally (one row ahead and one seat to the right). Close enough to feel normal but hopefully not close enough to draw any hoods’ attention. He only dared risk a polite nod in greeting as he sat down, neatly arranging his supplies in font of him. |
Valencia offered the Professor a small smile. It was obvious that this year was taking a very physical toll on him. "Hello Professor." she greeted as she passed. She then immediately looked to see where the hooded figures were. She was determined to get a count of hooded figures but that was rather difficult when they all looked the same. But maybe she could catch a glimpse of their wands. She still couldn't identify wand woods, especially from a distance, but color... she could maybe figure out color? That would get her further into her calculations than she currently was. Once that was done... the next step was... everything else. She was feeling like the Professor was looking, but thinking about things made the day to day updated curriculum bearable. She glanced at the Professor again. Maybe she should make him a cake or something? That would also be a nice distraction. |
Devin had come to dread classes. It seemed that The Hoods ™ had found a way to discriminate against the muggleborns in every class, and muggle studies was clearly where they had the most freedom to push through their anti-muggle agenda. This really sucked. Muggle Studies used to be fun. ”Hello, Professor.” Devin greeted Professor Schmoe as he entered the classroom. Merlin, look at the state of the poor man. Schmoe didn’t look well at all. ”Are you ill, professor?” He was getting quite concerned for the health and wellbeing of the muggle studies professor. Devin took a seat and anxiously waited to see what anti-muggle rhetoric would be forced upon them today. He hated what they were being taught about muggles this year. It was just wrong. |
Delilah would be lying if she said she wasn't dreading this class. It wasn't because of Schmoe or Muggle Studies, though. It was just the fact that this was what those hooded figures hated so much. She knew the curriculum had changed, but that didn't make it any easier. She always figured something extra terrible was going to happen to somebody during Muggle Studies. She walked in and side-eyed the professor. He didn't look any happier about class than Delilah did. He actually looked pretty miserable. Deciding to keep it short and to the point, the first year gave him a simple, "Hello, Professor." She took a seat in a desk right in the middle. She figured the hooded people would either take the very front or the very back, so the middle seemed safe. |
sitting next to Delilah More and more, Atlas could not look at Professor Schmoe and today was a class where his eyes stayed GLUED to his feet. It was obvious to the Gryffindor what was going on, what Rosier and The Hoods™ must be doing to him behind closed doors, and the blonde had berated himself to horribly the other night for feeling relieved that at least there were not doing it in front of students. The whole thing made him sick to his stomach and was why Atlas had skipped over eating entirely. Any day there was a Muggle Studies lesson was a day he struggled to eat. And drink, for that matter, which helped maintain an empty bladder since THEY were always present as well. Quickly shuffling to find himself a seat besides fellow first year Delilah, he did what he did best these days....and kept his head down. Maybe a middle seat would be safer than somewhere around the perimeter where The Hoods™ walked around with more ease. |
Two hooded figures made their way into the classroom. They take their usual position by the corner nearest the windows. One turns towards the professor, while the other faces the rows of students. Though their faces are hidden beneath their hoods, you know you are being watched. |
Class starts here! SPOILER!!: hello everyone, greetings under the dooblydoo Finneas did his best to pay the hooded figures no mind. Their presence made him uncomfortable and he was silently thankful for the industrial strength deodorant he had reapplied just after lunch. Even with the warning that the Inquisitorial Squad would be present for each of his lessons, Finneas couldn't help but feel uneasy each and every time. Unfortunately however, the Schmoe must go on He checked his watch one last time before hobbling over to close the door and then returning back to center "Errr.... Good afternoon everyone," he paused, looking around the room and blinked profusely (as one does). "I, er, let's begin with some review..." He hesitated before continuing on, "Why are wizards better than muggles? And, er, please think critically." In other words, a simple 'magic' would not be enough. The Inquisitorial Squad had sickening standards. And once again, he was feeling quite ill. OOC: Hi, friends ^^ Thanks for joining us, super stoked to have y'all here <3 Class has officially STARTED! We'll be moving to the next question in approximately 22-24 Hours! The question is: Why are wizards better than muggles? |
"Wizards help people, and muggles just hurt people. Wizards have all these cool spells and stuff that they use to make everybody's life easier, and all muggles do is run around making weapons of mass destruction to fight each other. That makes wizards smarter, because we don't want to hurt other wizards unless it's justified, like if they support muggles." Well, that was an impressive answer for Ash. It was absolutely untrue garbage, but that was how it was supposed to be. She even said it convincingly, in an effort to avoid punishment. Now is not the time to die. Now is never the time to die. Shut up and don't die. Etc. She was absolutely using every bit of strength she had to stop herself from cursing the cultists. Cursing them magically... and just in terms of foul language. But on the outside, she was a picture of utter calm. And on the inside, she was hoping that Lucien Rosier would die a horrible and disgraceful death. |
hey where can I get some of that industrial strength deodorant? Costco? Bernie tried not to wince as she watched her dear darling Schmoe (nothing romantic here, lads, he was like a pet knarl to her) hobble across the classroom. Curse those stupid hooded figures! If she had her way, they would rue the day they came in and ruined her magic school and made even her formerly easy classes (like this one) terrible and difficult! The hand her chin was resting on slowly curled into a fist, but Bernie did her best to unclench her jaw and think of a smart, very smart, answer for Schmoe. It was her duty now to just keep pretending she hated people like herself. They'd talked about this, they had. Per usual, her hand was one of the first in the air, though it was definitely lacking her usual enthusiasm. Just a straight-up hand, no bobbing, no oohing and aaahing. "Muggles are easily misled," she answered through gritted teeth when it was her turn. "For example, they believe the lies the Ministry's office of misinformation feeds them because we're forced to hide our magical creatures." Bernie tried to phrase this as though it were the fault of the Ministry and their Statute of Secrecy, not the Muggles though. She knew Schmoe would know. Trust. He wouldn't think any worse of her, right? |
Quinn really would rather not answer this question. But... the hooded people were watching the entire class. He figured not answering this question right now would be just about as bad as not answering in DADA. And not answering in DADA was bad. "Uh, well, Muggles... destroy the planet. Because they don't have magic, they have to find other ways to sustain their lifestyles, and most of that directly leads to immense pollution. Landfills, nuclear waste, plastic in the ocean, et cetera." Quinn thought that was a good answer because it was true with or without a grudge against Muggles. |
Heath sat up a little straighter, looking to the front as Professor Schmoe started the lesson. As mind-bogglingly backwards as this class had become, he was still determined to do well in it. Not because he actually believed this nonsense, but because it would make his life, his classmates' lives, and most importantly, Professor Schmoe's life easier. There was no way he was going to make more trouble for him! Unfortunately that didn't make answering the question any easier. Everything in him screamed how illogical it was to paint one group of people as superior to another. His mind just didn't work that way! He had to approach the question from a historical or a scientific angle, otherwise he could never bring himself to answer it. After recalling something he'd read, he raised his hand and said, "Wizards are more resilient than muggles. We've found ways to adapt and survuve their subjugation throughout history, such as wizards using flame freezing spells to survive the witch burnings, and we've found ways to adapt our society so that it stays hidden from prying muggle eyes." Did he believe that? Not exactly, but at least there was some factual element to it. |
Sometimes, when he was trying to be optimistic, Atlas liked to think about The Hoods™ were not actually people but empty robes enchanted to behave like people. It was almost a more terrifying thought at times but other times it made him feel a little better. It was a complicated sort of thought process...but right now he was just trying not to look at them at all. All eyes on the parchment on his desk and no where else. Professor Schmoe's voice made his insides twist horribly and the blonde wished that he was sitting next to his brother. But that would have meant that he would have had to pause and give the classroom a more thorough look over and that was one of the last things he felt like doing. He could feel the strain in the man's voice and even feel it in his skin and it all made the Gryffindor even more uneasy about answering. But...would this be a lesson were silence was punished? Professor Schmoe had not said they all had to answer like Rosier often demanded, so this little Flamsteed would keep quiet. Though his answer, once again based on facts, would have been building upon others - namely that historically speaking and according to wizarding history books it was muggles who had waged the war against wizardingkind. Atlas did, however, flinch when he heard the older Ravenclaw boy's answer...where he portrayed the concealment of magical society as something worthy of praise. Not that the Gryffindor did not agree with it...but because he was afraid about how they would respond to it. In a nut shell, the first year was once again too gripped by fear to speak. A common occurrence when it came to Muggle Studies. |
However small and forced Professor Schmoe's smile might have been, Dahlia had noticed and just him attempting that little gesture was special. Wiggling her bum a tiny bit on the chair, she sat herself up even straighter. This little Ravenclaw was focused and ready. Hopefully. The presence of the Hooded Minions anywhere made her jumpy. Them being around during lessons made her feel sick. One might think that she could get used to it but that wasn't the case. It was difficult to get used to something when you could never be sure of what the outcome might be. Hearing the very first question of the lesson didn't take her by surprise anymore. Every lesson so far this year had been about the same thing in some form. How were wizards superior to muggles. It was getting really old, really fast but her lips remained sealed on that matter. Dahlia raised her hand giving the very first thing that had popped into her head. "Muggles destroy lots of land and tear down forests to build homes and shops which take up lots of space. Witches and Wizards don't need much space at all for our homes or shops because we can use expansion charms and disillusion to make more room for ourselves and hide what we do have." It wasn't a reply she really liked at all but it was something nonetheless. |
Kale was feeling the urge to throw shoes again. Schmoe was technically speaking but he could hear the Rosier’s voice in every word. He hated that meat sack of garbage, Rosier. SCHMOE MAN, KALE DIDN’T WANT TO THROW A SHOE AT YOU BUT LIKE YOU WERE MAKING IT HARD. And the worst part was like the fifth year couldn’t even blame Schmoe for muggle bashing. He and his peers had been doing it all term to stay safe. His face twisted angrily as his peers started to say hateful crud about muggles. He wanted to, like, shout loud. Take a stand. Do something that was more than being an aggressive bystander. The fifth year said, “They created technology that makes candles obsolete. Gah. Darn Muggles thinking they’re better than us and candles!” |
Devin looked around nervously at the ominous hooded figures who had come to be a fixture of every lesson. He knew they were just waiting for the moment when he would say something positive about muggles that went against their teachings. Then they would hurt him, maybe even kill him. He was lucky that his parents were both magical, but that wouldn’t save him if he openly resisted. Yup, that question was exactly what he had come to expect from this class. It was terrible. Not just because these teachings were clearly morally wrong, but because the more he heard this anti-muggle rhetoric, the more his malleable young mind started to wonder if the things his parents had taught him about respect were wrong and if this was the truth. Devin listened closely to everything his classmates were saying. Ash’s comment about muggles hurting each other did not go unnoticed. ”What’s wrong with muggles? Greed. Behaving as if they’re the only ones who matter. Selfishly hoarding wealth while lots of other muggles are extremely poor, and not helping them. Choosing to put their own self interests ahead of helping others even though they can afford to do so.” That didn’t apply to every single muggle though, and he was sure there were wizards it could apply to as well. Sure, he believed people shouldn’t be so greedy, but he didn’t believe it as a blanket statement about all muggles. |
Blake was sicken by this. Muggle studies ... under new management appeared to be just about muggle hating. This school year sucked. Blake was so hoping that is 5th year was going to be epic, and after ever single lesson of the term he hated it more and more. Blake wanted to go home, but what was he to do? He had to remain at school, and he was much to much of coward to rock the boat .. at least for now. "Well we have less environmental impact on the earth than muggles. Since we can use magic for transportation and such, so we help keep the environment more friendly. We had lesson about that last term I believe." .. or maybe it was two years ago already, Blake couldn't remember. |
Stupid Hoods. Claudine shot them a glare before lowering her eyes to her notebook and pen. She Just wished the lesson would get started so that it would be done with quickly. A huge wave of dread was piling up in her, knowing the lies she’d have to tell due to The Hood’s presence. At this point in life, everyone entering the room was ignored. Not until Schmoe got things started did she raise her head again. Oh joy. What a question to start off with. The Snakette wished that she could skip providing an answer but knew that The Hoods would highly frown upon that. Hand up, she waited on her turn. “Because a lot of Muggle professions are trash. For example, their doctors literally cut patients to fix them whereas wizards can use their magical abilities to fix patients without having to do any of that.” Claudine hadn't had experiences with doctors and didn’t ever want to. In a way, she didn’t think much of doctors. |
It was a smile, small as it was it was still a smile and that was about the only thing Emmerson would likely accomplish before this lesson ended. Mind you, she didn't particularly like muggles and didn't really care if she spoke badly of them or not. Truthfully, it made no difference to her. ....But the effect it was having on her friends and some of her professor..... That just made her uneasy. The Gryffindor listened keenly to the question, no longer thrown when this line of questioning came up. Another day, another muggle bashing session huh? She had this, for the most part. "Muggles are VERY limited in the kinds of stunts they can perform during recitals and competitions. It also matters more if they get hurt. It's very limiting if they want real performing careers and usually means their stuff is less entertaining." |
Minjae had seen Austin’s little wave and he would have liked to wave back but the presence of The Hoods entering the classroom and securing their places near the windows made him unable to do so. What if they thought that waving was ‘too muggle like’ ? He honestly did not know with the Alliance anymore. When Aboli took a seat next to him, Minjae gave her no attention. His gaze was fixed on The Hoods. A mantra of ‘’don’t be stupid. don’t be stupid. don’t be stupid” was going through his head because he knew the consequences if he lost his temper now. Especially in this class. He quickly looked back down at his desk when he thought that one of the Hoods was looking in his direction (he couldn't exactly see the faces of those cowards) before he looked at the Professor when he started his lesson. OBVIOUSLY, the most superior kind were the muggleborns. Simply because they had knowledge on both sides. Of course, he couldn’t exactly say that with THEM around. His attention went to Devin next. The word 'wealth' had caught his attention and as the boy spoke, Minjae felt as if it was directed to his own family. He almost stood up. Remembered The Hoods and took a calming breath. He knew the Gryffindor HAD to say this. He probably didn't mean it either. He hoped that was the reason and it weren't his real thoughts. He had to answer something right? UGH. "Most muggles are lazy and would rather live in their parents basements playing video games than go out there and do something productive. Wizards on the other hand are more active and work far harder to achieve their goals, i don't know" COULD HE THROW HIS BOOK NOW?! |
Even though most of the fun had been taken out of Muggle Studies, mostly due to the presence of Rent-a-Snitch, there was some improvement in that Schmoe was a little less of a human disaster throughout the lesson. It was entertaining to watch in small doses, but infuriating to answer to one, and be stuck with one as a teacher. So things were much simpler now. Simple enough question. Simple enough answer. Nem raised their hand, gave their answer. "Aside from the obvious-" The danger, duh. "We do more, notice more, know more, understand more. We even live longer. We are more, despite being numbered less." Simple. The problem was that 'simple' was the fastest track to death by boredom, speaking of lifespans. |
Phoebe had her chin propped on her fists and she was eyeing the desktop with a fixed interest. She sort of hated how everyone had to make up ridiculous answers just to placate the goon squad, especially since Schmoe seemed to be sinking further and further into despair every class. Without lifting her head, Phoebe wiggled the fingers of one hand, essentially raising her hand to answer. Without raising her hand. "I think we're avoiding the obvious answer that wizards are better because we don't go around punishing people for being different and forcing them to live a life of secrecy." |
What kind of beginning of class was this? How was THAT a start?! It was the worst possible start ever?! AND Minjae ignored he?! SO RUDE. She scowled at him juuuust a little "Hi to you, too," she whispered before raising her hand rather unenthusiastically. "Wizards can fly. Like, without planes. That's pretty cool," she shrugged. Nothing more or less to add. Planes were cool, too. Aboli rather liked them on the off chance they got to ride in one. It took SOOOOO long and was less convenient and MORE EXPENSIVE but still. IT was an *EXPERIENCE*. |
She knew it was coming - every lesson was like this now - but it still wasn't enjoyable to hear Professor Schmoe ask that question, or watch how uncomfortable it made him. How uncomfortable it made most everyone, including herself. But...Ivy had to answer with something. Listening to some of the other answers, she tried to come up with her own response...and finally raised her hand. "Muggles are...selfish, like others have said. They only care about what's useful for themselves, not anyone else, and a lot of creatures have been made extinct or nearly extinct because of their actions in the past. It's because of wizards that we still have a lot of the magical creatures around today. We've saved them and protected them." There were some half-truths in there, at least...even if they were wrapped up in a lot of awfulness, which in turn made her feel awful. |
Delilah gave Schmoe a subtle yet sad look. She had heard such great things about him, and now it seemed like the Hooded Creeps had sucked literally all the joy out of him. Speaking of the Hooded Creeps, at least they'd done exactly what she'd seem them do before--take their positions away from the middle of the classroom. She'd make a not of that for every lesson for the rest of the year. Why were...wizards better than muggles? Delilah didn't feel right answering that question at all. Her mother was no doubt a witch, and it was a possibility, but not anything definite, that her father was a wizard. Even still, the orphanage she was currently growing up in was a muggle orphanage. There were so many wonderful people there, and she's just started learning about the magical world. She looked at Schmoe and very gently shook her head. She couldn't do it. But she had to. She looked over at Atlas, who was possibly feeling the same way. Delilah tried raising her hand. "Because...because...," was all she should say. "We're able to do things quickly with our magic, and it takes them forever to do even the tiniest of tasks." She felt awful. |
SPOILER!!: Professor Jean-Luc raised a brow as an answer formulated in his brain rather quickly, the answer(s) seemed...easy. Raising his hand he shared his thoughts. "Witches and Wizards have a longer life span and a much higher survival rate. Opposed to our muggle counterparts, whom aren't advanced in just about anything as our magical culture is." Plain and simple. No shade but it was kinda true. Everything a muggle can do, a wizard can do better since magic was the key source of advancement to be on top of the food chain. |
SPOILER!!: hello friends! responses are under here! Finneas very slowly raised his arm in the air and flicked his wand towards the whiteboard behind him where notes slowly appeared, outlining all of the answers that were discussed. They had, er, they had come up with quite the list. It made his heart sink It hurt schmoe much. And despite feeling so uncomfortable, another glance over at the hooded figures in the corner was all the motivation Finneas needed in order to carry on with the rest of the lesson. "So, er, yes. We er, wizards are superior for an infinite number of reasons." He paused to swallow thickly. His mouth was running dry. "One, er, one p-point that was mentioned quite a number of times," he began. "Was er, well, muggles are useless because they, er, because they rely upon machines and tools. They lack advancement. They... waste their t-time with inability and expend their own, er, their own energy in order to get anything done.... And, er, wizards... Wizards can easily do ten times more than, er, than muggles can just with a simple flick of the wrist." He brandished his wand to puntate the point. "I would like each of you to, er, to give me an example of something muggles need tools or machines for, but that... err.. That wizards can use magic for." He paused momentarily, bracing himself. "Why is the magical way better?" He slunk back to lean against his table. OOC: hihi, you'll have 22-24 hours before we move on to the next portion of class. Question is: Give an example of something muggles need tools or machinery for, but for which wizards have a magic alternative? Why is the magical way better? |
Cornelia was a sponge. Everything everyone was saying, everything that the professor was seemingly agreeing with, was filling up her mind. Of course she had gotten the vibe early on in the school year that Muggles were bad, but all of the different things that were said really made it crystal clear. It was times like these she was very glad to be magical. "Muggles need to use a lot of different machines -- umm, I'm not sure what they're called exactly -- but they use them to make buildings and stuff," she said with her hand raised, stating the first thing that came to mind. "It takes forever, is super loud drilling or moving things, and they tend to get in the way ... like, people can't get around easily if they have to block off a street or something. People even get hurt making these buildings sometimes. ... It just seems a bit silly when wizards can just give their wand a wave and a building comes together within a matter of seconds without anyone needing to do any heavy lifting. The magical way is just waaaaaay more efficient and safer than what the Muggles do." |
Jean-Luc was beyond amused at this point not only at the professor's mannerisms but at the situation at school overall. What's going to be next: why and how are wizard parents better than a muggle ones? Or how and why are magical treats better than muggle treats? Ect. The young boy suppressed a smirk and raised his hand. "A flashlight." He said."Muggles need battery operated devices to produce light to help see in the dark. Magic places witches and wizards ahead of them. Jean-Luc elaborated. "Magic is better because wizards and witches don't have to worry about not carrying additional set of batteries or power chargers to light their way." |
This class was awful. Ash resisted the urge to crumple to the floor. That would look stupid and invite punishment. "We have brooms, and muggles have planes. But our brooms don't pollute the environment. Also, we have like floo powder and stuff, and it's much faster." But there was no we. And if there was, Ash had never been a part of it. Nobody wanted her at this school or in this magical world, especially not her. |
The longer, Lia sat there and listened to Professor Schmoe talk, the more sad she felt. His tone of voice, his mannerisms, the way he sounded so confused at times. It was all so heartbreaking. Every lesson this term was this way but there was just something about this man standing at the front of her room that really made her want to cry. Yet she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Muggle machines? Well at least this wouldn't be too difficult to answer. Dahlia raised her hand. "Muggles have lots and lots of different machines for cooking. Lots of the machines only do one thing so they aren't used constantly and they take up space." Did she need to list them to give everyone an idea of what she was talking about? She hoped not cause there was just so many and with the Hooded Minions around... well she didn't really want to be listing Muggle machines in front of them. "Witches and Wizards could prepare an entire feast with a few waves of our wand. Our way is so much faster, doesn't take up any room or create any messes." |
There were so many ‘bad’ things about Muggles Claudine had never considered. True, she grew up in a pureblood family and her relatives were proud of their status. They had tried to impose the superior feeling on her as she grew up and for some years, she went along with them with the belief that what they said was correct - witches and wizards were better than everyone else. But as she became older, Claudine was able to think for herself. Muggles, squibs, muggleborns, half bloods were definitely as bad as some made them out to be. The fifth year almost gave Schmoe an apologetic look for making him wince. Yeah.. she wasn’t impressed with her response either. But you know, survival was essential here. Her head simply downed as she wrote her notes. For the next question, Claudine spent less time thinking as an answer came quickly to her. Her hand went up again. “Muggles have equipment which helps them breathe underwater but we can use the Bubble head Charm.” |
Schmoe ... poor Schmoe ... this was clearly not good for him (or any of us for that matter), but Blake couldn't help but feel this was effecting Schmoe more than the rest of us. Well ... muggle born families were probably suffering just as much ... Blake had a muggle mother and felt the effects, but at least his father was a wizard. "Well like I said before, muggles use cars/planes/trains for transportation. And wizards can use the floo network, apparate, or brooms, which makes travel in general that much better." |
Kale didn't let his face betray his feelings, but he was practically over the moon. He had seen the amusement behind Schmoe's eyes when he talked about the plight of the humble candle. Little victories under a violent coup were important to internally relish. Never on the outside. Those victories had you lookin' down the end of a villain's wand. But a little internal victory dance? Had to take those when he could. On the topic of candles, Kale helpfully added, "Muggles use lightbulbs to see. Which is like super inefficient. We have wands that we can see by. And candles that we light with magic." |
Quinn thought for a moment. "Muggles take a lot of time to clean things, but we can just use spells like Scourgify to clean things in an instant." |
Heath nodded, dropping his gaze in shame. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Professor Schmoe’s eyes! “Yes, Professor,” he said quietly. “Sorry for my poor wording.” He really didn’t mean to be defiant! He just got tongue tied… Putting his thoughts into words was difficult for him sometimes, and it got worse when he was in emotional distress. That was why he preferred to stay quiet when he didn’t feel confident in his answers! No slipping up if you slip away… He inwardly cursed himself. No matter how hard he tried, nothing he did was good enough! He’d been reminded of that all his life, and now he was probably going to be hexed for his failure. Whatever it is, please don’t be permanent! He thought as he braced himself for a spell to come his way. Heath was so busy beating himself up for his mistake that he almost didn’t hear the second question. Muggle machines were something he knew a lot about… and that was the problem. What if he said too much? He was so afraid of misspeaking again, of putting himself and others in danger, that he didn’t want to even try to answer! I’m going to mess up no matter what I do, so why bother? He thought darkly. Despite his fear, he forced himself to raise his hand. “Muggles need machines to help them lift heavy objects,” he said. WInches, cranes, and forklifts came to mind, but he didn’t dare name examples. He didn’t want to look too knowledgeable about the muggle world in front of Rosier’s minions! “Wizards have a variety of spells that serve the same purpose.” Shrinking charm, Featherlight charm, Wingardium Leviosa… but once again he was too scared of saying the wrong thing to give examples. “The magical way is better because it’s faster, and you don’t have to worry about acquiring a machine or having it malfunction on you.” He lifted his eyes a fraction of an inch. Please tell him that answer was acceptable! |
Valencia thought long and hard before raising her hand. "Professor. About that. I have a suggestion. We should start vanishing our excrement again instead of using the muggle toilets." Yes. She did have an agenda here. "Also. We should get rid of the Hogwarts Express and start flooing again." Meaning, it would be very convenient if the floo system was open to the school. For reasons. |
Cece was trying, she really was, but this was hard. She felt like a flower that was wilting under the weight of all the muggle hate and she was expected to add to it, which made everything worse. She wanted a hug. She wanted to give Schmoe a hug. But sadly no hugs were given. Instead she raised her hand. "Well, muggles have to rely on keys for locking and unlocking things and depending on how many locks they've got to deal with, they might have all sorts of keys to keep track of, which is a real hassle. Witches and Wizards do things way faster, and with much less stress, using locking and unlocking spells." |
Aboli was very checked out of the lesson by now. Her eyes roamed over to the hooded ones, and she raised her hand with none of the zeal she used in her classes usually. She ran through some of the more sarcastic answers in her head before finally choosing a perfectly reasonable one that wouldn't get her crucio'd or anything. She made sure to keep her composure as she spoke, seeming the utmost of neutrality. "Muggle radios use radio waves and satellites sometimes....and those can always go out if the weather or something interferes. We don't have that problem with wizarding radios," she said with a shrug. Did she need to go into the "better"? Her answer was self explanatory. |
Even though Bernie was no longer the Unofficial Official TA for this class (there it was; couldn't let the term go by without mentioning it), she still listened to everyone's answers and couldn't help accidentally nodding at a few (like Blake's and Kale's) and narrowing her eyes at a few others (what the deuce is wrong with you, Valencia Phillips?!). She eventually raised her hand, just to mumble, "Muggle hairdryers often short out and can accidentally electrify someone, say, in the bathtub, whereas the hot air charm is much faster and safer and more fun." And it could be used to, say, throw paint on someone. |
Ugh, the look on Schmoe's face. Couldn't he tell that she didn't MEAN IT? Couldn't he tell that she was on his side? Phoebe sighed into her fists and glared a hole into the top of the desk. Big stupid goon squad. She was literally bursting to fight someone at this point. But she wouldn't, because they never fought the person or thing who pushed back. They always attacked the weakest, the smallest, the most helpless, and Phoebe wasn't going to get someone else hurt just to please her temper. "Professor, sir, it seems to me that the Muggles prefer to create machines that make their lives easier. Because they are so lazy, I mean. Like... vacuum cleaners? We can just zip and it's done." She flicked her hand away from her face, like there was a wand in there. |
Because Nem was an absolute delight, they refrained from responding with a simple 'I know' to Schmoe's comment. Really just an absolute delight. Unicorn among thestrals. Et cetera, et cetera. Next question then. Plenty of routes to go with this, some more morbid than others, but Nem decided to play it safer. They raised a hand. "In medicine, muggles have all these tests that can actually cause problems in the body even while trying to find out what they need to heal. There's a lot of radiation in their scans, which is not a concern when healers use spells to do that. Radiation is dangerous, no matter how you look at it. Ergo..." He could probably get to the end of that line of thinking on his own. ... But might as well cover all bases. "... Ergo, muggles are dangerous." However you looked at them. |
Saying all these bad things about muggles hurt. He wanted to cry just knowing how much the things he was saying that he didn’t even believe in were hurting some of his classmates. Even bigger than the fear of offending his classmates was the fear of the hooded figures torturing him or killing him before he could make it back home to his mum, dad, and sisters. ”Muggles can’t apparate or use floo powder, and getting anywhere by muggle transportation takes a lot longer. Wizarding travel is much faster, and therefore more convenient.” At least that one was less offensive to muggles than his previous response, he hoped. Was it uncomfortably hot in here or was it just the unbearable sense of shame? |
Mamie did not really like being brainwashed, but she could play along. She raised her hand. Magic was really very useful, and Muggles had hacked their way through life without it, so this question wasn't particularly difficult. "Professor, we can use magic to build things, like a new house, but Muggles have to use tools that are sharp or heavy, which is dangerous," she said. "Their tools could make someone bleed, or crush them if they drop something heavy. The magical way is better because it's safer." And she really did not understand why they couldn't just help the Muggles with all their better ways of doing things. |
Okay, well, Delilah wouldn't have exactly used the word lazy to describe muggles, but okay. She figured that was the most she was going to get out of Schmoe right now anyway. Muggles weren't lazy. They just lacked the skills to do things as quickly as magical people. A side-eye glance toward the Hooded Creeps reminded Delilah why she didn't voice those thoughts out loud, too. Anyway, back to trying to justify why magical people are better thank muggles. Delilah half-heartedly raised her hand. "Well, they have a simple machine called a stapler that can be used to make things stick together. They can keep papers together or staple something to the wall," she pointed out. "We have sticking charms for this, though." |
SPOILER!!: this is so sad, alexa play despacito Finneas wilted in his stance, turning to make sure that there weren't any more hands in the air before moving to lift the box off the floor and setting it onto his desk........... Which was taking a little more strength than he had at the moment. He was........ struggling. Er. Nevermind. The box is going to stay where it is everything is FINE. "As you have all shared, er, magical ability... it makes wizard-kind inherently better, smarter, and... more efficient than our muggle counterparts." The discomfort was real™. "Not only this, but er... It renders them vulnerable to attacks and sabotage. It leaves them.... weak. Machines and tools are unreliable, they can so easily be used against their owners." He focused his gaze on a spot at the very back of the classroom, keeping from looking at anyone directly. "In particular, today I want you all to think .... creatively. We are going to practice sabotage techniques. How can we reveal the weakness in a reliance upon machines and tools?" He moved to stand behind the box by his desk now. "Within this box, er, you will f-find three muggle objects. A lamp, a hairdryer, and a battery operated alarm clock.... Your task is to come up with a way in which to... er... alter, tweak, or manipulate the object using magic in order to either render it useless or, er, make it such that it will inflict harm upon a muggle..." It... hurt his heart. It hurt a lot. "You may work with a partner if you would like and er, you can... Er... Simply brainstorm your creative endeavors or if you would like to, er, put your alterations into action, you can grab the objects from the front to practice on...." OOC: For this activity you'll have 60 hours.In summary: |
partners? This. Was. Stupid. They were hurting muggles for fun now. Well, Ash was not bad at figuring out ways to hurt people. She had just never considered using them because it would be morally wrong. SHe pulled up a sheet of paper. I would probably use aguamenti on them. That way, they could start a fire, or explode, or electrocute an unsuspecting muggle. But it might also be fun to give them poisonous teeth. That would be pretty fun. I don't know how to do it though. Or animate them! Then they could attack. Maybe animate them AND give them teeth! For now though, I'll stick with the water idea. ANd I will turn them purple and green because that is an awful color combination and would scare muggles a lot. Ash looked up, hiding the PAIN she was feeling. This went against all of her morals. She couldn't suggest electrocuting muggles by herself. She looked around. Partners, anyone? While she waited, she thought about what Valencia had said. She was pushing some sort of agenda here, because most wizards would not even consider "vanishing their excrement." Did she want to hide and cry in the bathrooms in peace? Ash wanted to do that. If nobody entered the actual bathroom, then you could hide in there all alone. Made sense. |
Ash Oh no. This was even worse than he thought things could be. They were actively trying to make things that could cause real harm to muggles. What was going to happen to these items once they had made them dangerous? Would they be given to real muggles? He wanted no part in that. Devin looked over to his friend Ash. ”Partners?” At the very least, he hoped she would understand that he didn’t want to hurt muggles. Every word against muggles was said out of fear of the consequences of not complying with the anti-muggle agenda. ”These muggle devices are weak enough that they can be rendered useless without the use of magic. The alarm clock is useless if the batteries are removed.” Devin looked in regret for what he was about to say at Ash as the next thought crossed his mind. ”But, uh, I guess magic could be used to make the hair dryer more dangerous because I’ve heard muggles can sometimes get electrocuted by them so we could, uh, magically tamper with the safety features so they electrocute more muggles.” As for the lamp, maybe he could vanish the insides of the bulb but keep the glass so it looked like a normal bulb? Then when it was plugged in it wouldn’t turn on, and it wouldn’t be immediately obvious what the problem was and cause annoyance at the broken lamp. Actually vanishing just part of something was beyond his skill level, so he started writing things down in his notes just in case The Hoods wanted to check that he had real sabotage ideas. Quote:
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Even as the But his head was back down soon enough, once again staring at his notes and the scribbles on there, and set his quill down when the activity was explained. His first thought was, in order to render any of the objects useless, was to simply blow it up AND he actually knew the spell for that one. But...somehow he did not think that would be a sufficient enough answer. His posture straightening a bit, he glanced over at Delilah and...well...he wasn't entirely sure if she would want to work with him or not, but seeing as they were right beside one another and he did not want to do this alone...the first year decided to go out on a limb a bit. "...they all have buttons or switches ..." he offered while adding the items to his parchment. An alarm clock in particular he had taken apart and gutted more than once for his robotics endeavors. A standing lamp like that...he had also engineered to make it hop around. So his brain was clouded by those experiences, so much so that his fingers were twitching a bit. But everything he knew how to do, he couldn't do here. Not in this class. And suddenly the reason why dad - or whoever had been pretending to be dad - had pulled him and Aries from their muggle schooling made sense. And now he had a timeframe for how long...their lives had been infiltrated. The blonde paled a bit and the fresh ink on his parchment smeared. "...bit of metal charming could...do something with that..." |
What? Why would she want to do that. Creating something that would purposely harm someone else, wasn't her idea of a good time. Targeting muggles just because... well simply because they were muggles was even worse. There was so much wrong with this lesson. Every lesson actually. None of this was right and it made her terribly unhappy to even have to pretend like she wanted to do this. Lia placed a sheet of clean parchment on her desk and picked up her quill. Quote:
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Quinn needs a partner uwu Quinn looked over at Atlas, hoping to work with him this lesson—they hadn't actually worked together in many classes, had they? He turned to where he was and was going to ask, but he saw him asking Delilah. Which was fine. Super fine. He should probably partner with someone older, anyway, since they knew more spells for how to make things... unpleasant. This activity would've been much more unpleasant to Quinn had it been at the beginning of the term, but he came to expect things of this nature by now. It still discomforted him, and he was horrified this was something he'd just gotten used to, but it was what it was. He looked around the rest of the room, not sure who else needed a partner. "So, um... d-does anyone need a partner..?" |
SPOILER!!: Ash Yay, partners. Er, it was a bit concerning that they were both thinking about electrocution but that was following the very forced spirit of the activity, right? "Yeah, bad colors so it's so hideous no one would want it in their home. But like, with everything in the shops too so they can't just throw one thing out and get a better one because there won't be prettier colors available." See, this idea had scalability. Really innovative thinking right there. "Teeth. An... interesting idea. Could certainly cause harm, but might be a bit too obviously magical which could potentially violate the Statute of Secrecy." Did the neo-alliance people even cate about the statute? He suspected not. Merlin he felt like such a horrible person. What if the neo-alliance actually used their ideas against muggles? He'd never be able to forgive himself. |
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It was only when Aboli whispered did Minjae realize she sat next to him. He took his gaze away from The Hoods to look at her and his eyes softened a little. ”Sorry, i was lost in thought, hi” he gave a goofy smile before turning back to look at the front. ”More like lazier” he mumbled under his breath so quietly he was sure that only his seat mate , Aboli, would be able to hear as the professor summoned up that wizard-kind was better, smarter and more efficient than muggles. He watched as Professor Schmoe lifted the box off of the floor and took out several objects. A lamp, hairdryer and a clock. He was curious to know what they were going to do with them but when he heard it his face paled a little. He thought of his mother who frequently used a hairdryer after taking a shower. Just the THOUGHT of brainstorming various methods to inflict harm made him sick. For a moment, the Hufflepuff refused to even grab his notebook. His gaze went to The Hoods again, wondering if they were smiling wickedly right now . They probably were… He sighed and at last he grabbed his notebook and began to brainstorm ways on his own. He wasn’t in the mood for a partner. Quote:
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While they were all being negative with these responses, Claudine knew for a fact that Muggle inventions did have their drawbacks; there was no denying that. Still, Muggles had come awfully far with their inventions, hadn’t they? Even Claudine who wasn’t up-to-date with things Muggle related, she sometimes impressed with the way they handled their lives without magic. Claudine was not surprised with the way the lesson’s activity was headed. She looked back down at her notes, masking the disgust she felt. It was quite easy to do this as she had spent a good amount of her time hiding her expressions in the previous years. Naturally, the girl opted to work by herself and decided to start with the lamp. SPOILER!!: Notes |
Minjae! Ewwwwww. They were hurting muggles. Aboli glanced, expressionless, at the items they could use. She didn't want to work with a partner, or at all on this actually. She didn't much feel like writing, though, so she went to grab the alarm clock. The Slytherin would tinker with it a bit, wondering if she could bring herself to make it cause harm. She could. She would pretend it was for someone else, of course. Not a muggle. Someone she didn't like. Who did she dislike enough to want to cause harm? One of those hooded guys? Great. Wonderful. That would work. So with a little more pep in her step, she got back to her desk and, since she knew how an alarm clock worked, she quickly made sure it had no batteries in it. What could it do? Perhaps the alarm could cause a painful sound to anyone who heard it. OH. oh. OH. Mandrake cries? What a wonderful way of ~sabotage! She turned to Minjae. "Hey Minjae..." she nudged him, her tone soft. "Just pretend..." she whispered, willing him to understand. Pretend they weren't going to use them on MUGGLES but on OTHER people. Like, bad people. See? It was a get around. AND it would look good to the hooded ones AND be less painful for them. |
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”I’m Cece.” In case she didn’t know. ”So, I’m thinking we could magically make the hair dryer blow freezing cold air instead of hot. Wouldn’t that be a shock for the muggles.” It was honestly the least mean thing she could think of to sabotage the item and it was one that didn’t hurt her heart too much to say out loud. |
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While not unappreciative of her help, Quinn could tell she was... a character. She was very assertive, verging on aggressive. And he could tell that just from her saying they would work together over would they work together. "Uh... alright." Quinn looked at the Muggle items and thought. "Uh... do you think the hairdryer would be easiest..? Since Muggles hold it up to their head and all..." Quinn grimaced at the horrible thought that just left his lips, however true he thought it was. Thinking this way was not something he ever expected to do. Being one for formal introductions, Quinn held his hand out. "Oh, and, uh, I'm Quinn, by the way." |
Mamie needs a buddy Mamie was a little skeptical of this task. Why were they trying to turn normal things into bad things? She wanted to manipulate the alarm clock, for sure, though, because nobody liked being awaken to the buzz buzz buzz of an alarm clock. Even if it was one of the cool ones that rolled around the room so you had to chase it down to turn it off. But still, she didn't want to work alone. What was the fun in that. She looked around to see if anybody wanted a partner still. "Does anybody need a partner?" she asked, standing up from her seat to see better. Any takers? |
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Heath would never understand the desire to hurt others, but muggle machinery was something he did understand. At least this activity allowed him to use that knowledge without making himself a target! Plans were already forming in his mind as his dark eyes scanned the objects at the front of the room. The easiest way to make all of the objects useless was to take out the power source… sever the cords on the lamp and hairdryer, and vanish the batteries from the clock. As for causing harm, there were a lot of ways to go about it. Put a Flagrante curse on the objects so they burn any muggle who touches them, animate them to beat a muggle over the head, soak them in undiluted bubotuber pus… His mind was going in so many different directions at once that he could barely keep up, and he hadn’t even started on the ways to tamper with each item individually! Prepared to work on his own, he turned to an empty page in his notebook to write down his ideas before he forgot any of them. He only had time to list each item before a younger student’s (Mamie) voice jerked him out of his thoughts. Technically no, he didn’t need a partner, but it seemed mean to just ignore her. He knew how it felt to be ignored and rejected! Picking up his notebook, he left his seat to approach her. “I’ll work with you,” he said, smiling ever so slightly. “Which item would you like to start with?” |
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"Cece, I like that. It's easy to remember." She smiled nodding her head. "I'm Dahlia or Lia, whichever you prefer." That was pretty much the extent of nicknames right there. Not including Bubbles or Dali but those were special. "Oooh, I like that." It sounded both simple and effective, not to mention it wouldn't truly hurt anyone. "Almost like a prank or sorts." Yes, she was very much still thinking this way. "I can go and get one of the hairdryers, if you want?" That way they could give their idea a try to make sure it would work. |
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Aboli~ phone post xD His fingertips began crumbling the paper in front of him but he stopped when he felt a nudge in his side. Looking at Aboli with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Pretend... How could he pretend when he knew perfectly well that those monsters would most likely use their ideas one day?! How could he contribute to something that could hurt his family? His friends? But he knew he had to, which angered him even further. It was a good thing that the slytherin next to him looked so calm. "Alright..." he said. He understood what she meant, he really did but it was difficult. Maybe he shouldn't be working alone right now. He had heard from Noah that Aboli was good at keeping the peace and that she had talked him in to doing nothing stupid. If that was true he secretly hoped she would do the same now because all he wanted was to do was either get up and leave or send a non-verbal hex in their direction . "Do you know of a way to sabotage it?" he asked. "Maybe a spell that gives the airdryer teeth or something" he sighed. "I don't know..." |
Claudine absently looked around at the others getting the work done, marvelling that they could find human interaction so easy. They made it look like the easiest thing in the world. Mentally shrugging, her eyes shifted back to her parchment. She didn’t know enough of the intricacies of how these three objects worked, so in a way, she was blindly writing her notes. SPOILER!!: Notes The Snakette reread her notes and was very pleased with her suggestion for the clock. That was the one she felt most confident about. She could bet that The Hoods were going to have the time of their lives if they read some of the students’ suggestions. After all, they could get creative when they wanted to. |
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"I was going to make this alarm clock," and she held it up, "emit mandrake cries. So the alarm will actually harm anyone it tries to wake up." She nodded. "But...how to procure the cries of a mandrake and put them in this......clock. Magically." Was there a way to do this magically? She fixed a stare at Minjae. |
Valencia was glad to see the appalled reactions to her suggestion. It meant that more people were faking it. Which, she believed, but it was nice to have confirmation. Rendering those objects useless was pretty easy. She just wrote down cut the cords and take out the batteries. There. Cool. |
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"The clock wakes people up by being loud and obnoxious," she said. "But if it couldn't be loud an obnoxious, it would be useless. So we can just use a silencing charm!" She looked hopefully at him, feeling in need of his approval. Being told your family was worthless could do that to a kid. Plus- it was a good idea. It didn't make the alarm clock dangerous, but if someone was relying on it to wake them up, it could seriously ruin their day. |
Alter these harmless objects into something harmful... Well, at least this was only theory...for right now. Who knew what other plans the Neo-Alliance had at this point. Ivy decided she'd just work on her own. This activity wasn't really one she wanted to discuss. She just wanted to get it done and over with. So she pulled out some parchment to write her ideas down on. Making them useless seemed easy enough. Just cut off or take away its source of power, and then it couldn't work. Though maybe there were other ways to make them useless... And turning them into something that did harm... There were probably - unfortunately - a lot of ways to do that if you thought about it for long enough. And she didn't want to put that much thought into it. But she had to...try, yeah? She couldn't just sit and daydream about kicking these creeps out of Hogwarts and not participate. No matter how much she wanted to. So she went up and grabbed one of each of the objects to bring back to her desk. They weren't new to her - she'd seen and used them before - but at least having them to pick up and study gave her something to do while she thought of what to write. After looking over each one for a bit, she finally jotted a few ideas down. Text Cut: notes |
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She nodded at his question (or answer?) about the hairdryer. Bernie was partial to that one too, from her answer in class and everything. She looked from the hairdryer to his hand, a small smirk popping on her lips. "Quinnnnn." Aha, NOT Quirrell, or whatever. "I'm Bernadette, aka Bernie." She shook the kid's hand though, because why not? She had nothing against THIS kiddo. Bernie scampered off to fetch the hairdryer and returned in a jiffy, plunking it down on Quinn's desk. "Okay, so." Bernie settled in and swooped her hair over one shoulder so she could lean in, to whisper quietly, "I'm pretty sure I learned in Flying that you're Muggleborn too.... so maybe we just come up with a way to make this not function, instead of making it real dangerous?" What did he think? |
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He considered her idea for a minute. He had been thinking more along the lines of making the clock shout insults at random times. That would make it both useless and harmful - emotional pain could be just as damaging as physical, he’d learned that firsthand - but he wasn’t going to shut down her idea. A silencing charm worked too, but would that on its own be enough to satisfy the hoods? “That’s a good start,” he said, nodding his approval. “What else could we do to it?” An idea occurred to him. “What if we also use a spell to scramble the numbers? Then it would never show the correct time and be even more useless.” |
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She made a mental note to get rid of the alarm clock in her childhood bedroom the next time they were allowed to leave Hogwarts. "Do you want to do the lamp or the hair dryer next?" she asked Heath. Since she had picked the alarm clock, it seemed fair to let him choose next. |
So what was Schmoe's deal, anyway? All term he'd been acting especially weak (in body, in addition to in character, the latter of which had always been the case as far as they were concerned) and the twitchiness had morphed into discomfort. Proper discomfort, rather than the kind that came from having no social skills whatsoever. Was it the vibe of his new curriculum which was throwing him into this spin? While Nem did not think it outside the realm of possibility that he, in particular, could end up in physical pain from talking about things that made him so :( very :( sad :( there were other possibilities too. Could be a poison they were weakening him with, but poison was underhand and this Neo-Alliance would seldom need to be sneaky, now they were out in the open at Hogwarts. Torture spells could leave lingering pain, maybe it was that, and they were keeping him topped up. Maybe they'd cursed him with something that dealt him continuous low or medium level pain, enough to keep functioning and teaching, just on account of who he was as a person, and what he taught, and what he loved. Maybe something that triggered pain every time he spoke about muggles, or thought well of them, like a combination Taboo and Cruciatus Curse. What a spell that would be. Something to think about, or look into, or invent. Later. For now, there was work to do, and, for once, Nem was interested in getting stuck in. They cut their musings short after a minute or so of staring intently at the Noodle Man, and headed up to grab one of the items. Prototype, oh yes. No need to waste effort on notes. Nem had a lot of ideas here, namely electrical fires, exploding lightbulbs, exploding switches, and a nifty little charm to make the entire thing extra flammable. Tricky little charm that changed the properties of a material while it appeared much the same as its original state - like... polyjuice, but for metal or wood or fabric or whatever. Magic. Something for everyone. After eyeing the lamp for a moment, Nem drew their wand, twirled it around their fingers once, and then sliced through the metal with a severing charm, in order to get to the wiring, which they preferred to tamper with first. Using more magic. Obviously. |
SPOILER!!: Ash The Statute being gone was a rather scary prospect because he suspected that what the neo-alliance would do without the statute in place would be to torture all the muggles into submitting to wizard rule. It was never going to be about wizard freedom. It would just be more of their bigotry and claims of wizard superiority. ”Yeah, vanishing things like having the hairdryer disappear right when it is most needed and then people will have to leave the house with wet hair.” Not that he really understood the hair care routines of muggle women, but that would be an annoyance, right? ”And then in the later stages maybe we could also make things uncomfortably hot when touched or have the lightbulb in the lamp explode when the lamp turns on.” Ugh, he felt sick suggesting these. At what point would the pretending and lies start to become who he was? First the way his classmates and teachers viewed him would change as all they would know of him would be a lie, and then it would work its way into his subconsciousness that the fake version of himself everyone else knew was the real him. Devin didn’t want that to happen. |
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Okay, apparently they were moving on to the next item now… maybe they'd be able to come back to the clock later. Although Heath didn't condone mistreating muggles, he had to admit that making a prototype alarm clock sounded fun. Anyway, the next item wasn't a hard choice; he picked the one he had the most ideas about. "The hair dryer," he replied. "Hair dryers use a motorized fan and a heating element, so one way to make it useless is to immobilize the fan. If the fan can't turn, no air comes out. You could also make it work in reverse… take air in instead of blowing it out. Then the muggles' hair would get sucked into the machine when they try to use it, and they'd have to cut it." Heath blinked, shocked by the string of words that just came out of him. "Sorry, I'm talking too much. What are your ideas?" |
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Quinn listened, then nodded. "I would like that, as long as you think... it'll be alright..." he said, eyeing the spooky hooded folks. He didn't want to make it so the hairdryer would harm people, but would they be harmed for it? |
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Very cruel... 'just pretend...just pretend' "Maybe the caterwauling charm?" he offered after a bit of thinking. It wasn't fatal, but the high pitched scream could damage the ears, perhaps? "Have any ideas for this?" he asked with a sigh while holding up the hairdryer. |
Finneas made his way around the classroom to observe each pair (as well as those who opted to work alone). He was not at all surprised to see some, such as Nemesis, go straight to working with their prototypes, while the majority of others were still within their planning stages. Either way, the activity did hurt his poor soul a little bit. It was nice, however, to see that many had decided to go the useless route over the harmful one. There was still hope, perhaps. Realizing he had lost track of time, the noodle-man finally remembered to check his watch. WHOOPS. Errrrrrrrrrrr. He cleared his throat loudly, once again hobbling to the front of the classroom. "Errrr." anyway, ANYWAY, AnYwAy. "I know that most of you have, er, not quite finished yet. But there will be some more time to revisit your plans during our next class. For now, errr, we're going to move on to something a bit different." He waited for everyone to push aside what they were working on before he continued. "For our last activity, each of you will be entering a simulation of sorts," he paused for a moment to better collect his thoughts, lest he trip over his words. "You will er, find yourself in a muggle environment and using all that we've spoken about today... It is, er, your job to sabotage the scene before you. Render items useless and find ways to harm. You may use any means necessary, including magic. Hopefully this will....... help inspire even more ideas for the items you were working on before." He paused again, briefly, to catch his breath. "Everyone ready?" And with a wave of his wand (magic? in the muggle studies classroom? it's more likely than you think), each student was dropped into one of the three following scenes, courtesy of a series of daydream charms: Scene Option 1: A kitchen OOC: Hi friends, thanks for sticking with me! You'll have AT LEAST 72 hours before class ends. |
daydream 2 Ash was glad she got through that part of the lesson without suggesting that you could make hair dryers shoot projectiles. And now, on to the technical parts of the lesson. She didn't really know how to implement her ideas, but she sure did know what her strengths were. When she was put into the simulation of a child's bedroom, she knew what she was going to do. She picked up the music box and threw it into the window. That music wasn't even that good. And then she cast incendio on the bed and bombarda on the toy chest, ducking so as not to be hit by flying debris. It brought a flashback of a possessed child, trying to regain control of her own mind. She paused for a moment. I'm a monster, aren't I? There are kids here. And I'm burning their life down, one stuffed animal at a time. She ignored that thought. It wasn't real. IT WASN'T. She picked up the shards of toy chest and threw them into the fire. I've been kept straight by your hand but now, I'm gasoline starting fires and washing sand with sea I'm a bad person. They only call me Ash because I'm a pyromaniac. I'm terrifying, aren't I? A part of Ash cried in pain for her. But never out loud. |
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