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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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