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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.” |
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