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As you make your way into the Muggle Studies classroom, you will notice that the desks are set up in a series of rows. It was unlike Finneas to keep things so uniform, but maybe you’ve grown used to it this year. Along with the new curriculum, this seating arrangement has become a recent standard in his classroom.
At the front of the room is Schmoe’s desk, on top of which sits a closed cardboard box. Next to the desk stands your professor. No gadgets. No gizmos. Just a lanky, noodle-man twitching and sweating profusely. He looks exhausted and every now-and-again you might notice him quivering as takes a breath. He offers you a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and hopes that you make quick work of finding a seat.
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) and I’ll post in about 24-28 hours to officially start the lesson. Class has officially STARTED! Please post as if your character has been here the whole time, otherwise there will be IC consequences.
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.
Kids will know that the curriculum is different this year and there are overt anti-muggle sentiments & anti-muggle rhetoric within lessons. Furthermore, the Inquisitorial Squad is present in every lesson in order to ensure that (a) students and (b) Schmoe are behaving according to Neo-Alliance standards. We've all seen what has happened when students try to defy, so keep that in mind. During the lessons themselves, Schmoe appears to be very uncomfortable (more than usual) and incredibly frail/weak. Students should be able to pick up on the fact that he's scared (unless they are oblivious™), but he is complying and teaching the lessons regardless. As always, if you have any questions, feel free to nudge me via PM and I can try to answer as best I can within reason. xx
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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
Lamp: to make this item useless, one could sever the cord that plugs into the outlet. Perhaps removing the switch that turns the lamp on would serve a dual purpose in terms of making the item useless and giving the muggle an electricity shock {should they not notice the switch missing}.
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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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.
Looking down at the parchment, Dahlia tried to think of magical ways to alter each of these items. Maybe if she treated it like a prank it wouldn't seem so difficult. Just a way to render these things useless and non-effective.
Some asking if anyone wanted to be partners broke through her thoughts and she looked up from the parchment. "I will. If you want," Dahlia offered with a tiny smile. Maybe the older girl would have some ideas that could work.
Aw, a tiny one. Cecelia had a soft spot for first years, especially this term. She’d honestly thought nothing could be worse than her first year spent at Beauxbatons with that nightmare headmistress, but this was so much worse and she felt awful for them. If she could do something to help, even if it was just showing some kindness, she would. ”Sure thing. I’ll come to you.” The blonde grabbed her notes and joined the younger girl, offering a smile.
”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.
Did someone say they needed an OLDER and WISER partner? Never fear, Quill, Bernadette Ophelia Grantham was here and, in her humble opinion, frankly overqualified for this task. She'd noticed the firstie looking around and waited a beat, staring directly at him, as she internally debated her decision to be nicer to the youth of this castle. Finally, with no one else coming forward, she got up and plopped down next to him to loudly announce herself.
"HI, we're working together on this." Bernie didn't ask permission for anything, really, and she seldom asked for forgiveness either. But here she was and here THEY were, about to cause some Muggle sabotage. Bernie did not WANT to do this activity, as it went against her good nature and she could see how much it was harming dear old Schmoe to lead this activity, but she also knew that not complying would be much worse. And she couldn't allow MORE consequences to fall on her precious pet of a professor.
Tapping her wand in her hand it was a weirdly accurate impression of the Inquisitorial Squad, to be sure, Bernie nodded to Quillbert and then tilted her head in the direction of the lamps and things. "Which one do you want to do first?" Sure, they only had to do one but why not PRETEND to be gung-ho on this whole sabotage thing? Maybe she could throw a lamp at one of these Neo-Alliance goons one day. A girl could hope.
Quinn was not looking in Bernie's direction when she came over, so when she plopped herself down and loudly announced her presence he jumped and clutched his chest. He sighed a bit when he realized it was just one of the older girls—Bernadette? He was pretty sure.
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 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.
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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?
Heath was still annoyed with himself for his earlier mistake, but he knew it could’ve been so much worse. By some miracle, the hoods hadn’t hexed him, and at least his answer to the second question was better. Ah, there we go, the Cruel Twist of the Day… he thought darkly, only half listening to the directions. To his own surprise, he didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of sabotage. He’d stopped feeling shocked at the depths of the Neo Alliance’s hatred; now all he felt was numb.
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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Aw, a tiny one. Cecelia had a soft spot for first years, especially this term. She’d honestly thought nothing could be worse than her first year spent at Beauxbatons with that nightmare headmistress, but this was so much worse and she felt awful for them. If she could do something to help, even if it was just showing some kindness, she would. ”Sure thing. I’ll come to you.” The blonde grabbed her notes and joined the younger girl, offering a smile.
”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.
Dahlia's blue eyes lite up and she smiled up at the older girl. While Cece was gathering her things, Lia moved her chair over a little bit as well as her parchment and things on her desk to make some room.
"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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Also, did these Neo-Alliance idiots not realize that whatever they did to these objects, they would be turning them into weapons to be used against them too? Though, far be it from her to point this out to them. Just keeping it in mind for a time further in the future, when hopefully everyone would rise up against these guys. For now, Whitney focused on the task at hand.
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Hairdryer
make it blow out FIRE
make it electrocute whomever tries to it
Could also go the electrocution route with the other two.
Now, how would one go about making a hairdryer into a flamethrower blow fire?
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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..."
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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
Lamp: to make this item useless, one could sever the cord that plugs into the outlet. Perhaps removing the switch that turns the lamp on would serve a dual purpose in terms of making the item useless and giving the muggle an electricity shock {should they not notice the switch missing}.
Hairdryer: Same as the lamp but alternatively, the hairdryer can be taken apart. Once that is done, the part that allows the dryer to give out hot air can be removed.
Alarm Clock: Remove those springs that hold the batteries snugly. Without the springs, the batteries cannot fit.
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.
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..."
Aboli would have been flattered to hear Noah had spoken of her in that way. She did her best to be even-keeled this term. It had proven to her that it was easy for her when it came to life or death. All those outbursts she had had in the past at people and in lessons...were pointless. Keep calm. Keep logical. Keep smart.
"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.
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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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Heath was still annoyed with himself for his earlier mistake, but he knew it could’ve been so much worse. By some miracle, the hoods hadn’t hexed him, and at least his answer to the second question was better. Ah, there we go, the Cruel Twist of the Day… he thought darkly, only half listening to the directions. To his own surprise, he didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of sabotage. He’d stopped feeling shocked at the depths of the Neo Alliance’s hatred; now all he felt was numb.
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?”
Mamie was thrilled to have been found by a partner. She immediately smiled back. "Let's start with the alarm clock," she said eagerly. "I have an idea already!" She looked Heath up and down. Did he know how an alarm clock worked? It was unclear, so she figured she ought to explain.
"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.
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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.
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Lamp: Maybe this could be charmed (?) so that whenever someone turns it on to use it, it always seems to be shining in their face so they can't see, no matter where it is in the room.
Hair dryer: Change it to blow out air hot enough to severely burn whatever surface it comes in contact with. (A version of the Hot Air Charm?)
Alarm clock: Charm it to always be set to the wrong time, so anyone who depends on it is never on time for anything.
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Quinn was not looking in Bernie's direction when she came over, so when she plopped herself down and loudly announced her presence he jumped and clutched his chest. He sighed a bit when he realized it was just one of the older girls—Bernadette? He was pretty sure.
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."
Assertive, sure. Who wouldn't be? This was HER class! Aggressive? Ehhhh, only to Hufflepuffs and baby first years, maybe.
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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Mamie was thrilled to have been found by a partner. She immediately smiled back. "Let's start with the alarm clock," she said eagerly. "I have an idea already!" She looked Heath up and down. Did he know how an alarm clock worked? It was unclear, so she figured she ought to explain.
"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.
Wow, someone was eager! Heath almost smiled but fearful of drawing the hoods’ attention, he stopped himself just in time. “Okay, alarm clock it is!” he replied. It really didn’t matter to him which one they started with. He had enough knowledge of muggle machinery to come up with ideas for any object, which was why he was confused when Mamie explained the function of an alarm clock. Blink, blink. Okay… Then he remembered that she wouldn’t know him well enough to know he grew up mostly in the muggle world. “They certainly are loud and obnoxious,” he agreed. Like the one he had in his bedroom back home, for example! But he wasn’t about to mention that in the hoods’ presence.
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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Wow, someone was eager! Heath almost smiled but fearful of drawing the hoods’ attention, he stopped himself just in time. “Okay, alarm clock it is!” he replied. It really didn’t matter to him which one they started with. He had enough knowledge of muggle machinery to come up with ideas for any object, which was why he was confused when Mamie explained the function of an alarm clock. Blink, blink. Okay… Then he remembered that she wouldn’t know him well enough to know he grew up mostly in the muggle world. “They certainly are loud and obnoxious,” he agreed. Like the one he had in his bedroom back home, for example! But he wasn’t about to mention that in the hoods’ presence.
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.”
Mamie nodded along. Scrambling the numbers, yep. That would make it hard to even know what day it was. "That's a good idea," she agreed. "If...if the clock can make the Muggles confused enough, they might get frazzled... and step out into traffic or-or..." That was the goal, right? Hurt the Muggles? Mamie jotted down their ideas for the alarm clock.
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.
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"Maybe we could save the teeth for when the statute is gone and we can all be free. I'd get a kick out of that. But for now, we could be subtle. Start small, like vanishing things and changing the colors, to mess with their minds. Then move up to electrocution, for a scare. And then teeth. Stages, if you will." Ash said it loudly, so that the hooded figured could hear how good she was at making evil plans. A part of her was currently dying inside, and she wanted to throw up, but she couldn't admit any of that. Ash couldn't admit anything. This Ash was fabricated, a wall built to hide the real one, to protect the real Ashley Fox.
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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Originally Posted by Waddles
Mamie nodded along. Scrambling the numbers, yep. That would make it hard to even know what day it was. "That's a good idea," she agreed. "If...if the clock can make the Muggles confused enough, they might get frazzled... and step out into traffic or-or..." That was the goal, right? Hurt the Muggles? Mamie jotted down their ideas for the alarm clock.
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.
While Heath wrote down the ideas they had, he was already brainstorming more ways to sabotage the clock. That particular model also displayed words, so maybe they could also scramble the letters too… make them spell out something nonsensical or insulting. Before he could ask Mamie what she thought of that idea, she was talking about muggles stepping out into traffic. Well, this conversation took an unexpectedly dark turn! He doubted anything that dramatic would come from a scrambled alarm clock, but anything was possible, he supposed. This nightmare of a school term was proof of that! "Right," he said, unsure how to respond. "They'll think they've gone mad."
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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Assertive, sure. Who wouldn't be? This was HER class! Aggressive? Ehhhh, only to Hufflepuffs and baby first years, maybe.
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?
Quinn was a tad weirded out by the drawn out N—did she think it wasn't an N before?—but he gave a smile. "Ah, alright. I was pretty sure that was your name. I didn't want to be wrong, though." He chuckled a bit as they shook hands.
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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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Dahlia's blue eyes lite up and she smiled up at the older girl. While Cece was gathering her things, Lia moved her chair over a little bit as well as her parchment and things on her desk to make some room.
"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.
"Dahlia is pretty. I think I'll go with Lia for short." Also easy to remember and it was cute. "Right?" She was pleased her idea had been accepted. She refused to go the super dangerous route of sabotage, though she wondered if her classmates had been more...appeasing to the hooded lurkers. "And pranks are a good way to shock and surprise, which I think is acceptable." She hoped so, anyway.
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
Aboli would have been flattered to hear Noah had spoken of her in that way. She did her best to be even-keeled this term. It had proven to her that it was easy for her when it came to life or death. All those outbursts she had had in the past at people and in lessons...were pointless. Keep calm. Keep logical. Keep smart.
"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.
Minjae placed his own hairdryer down on his desk before turning to Aboli. He looked at the alarm clock she held up while listening to what she wanted it to happen. He frowned, mandrake cries, fatal to anyone who hears them. Except for the smaller ones which will only send you unconscious.
Very cruel...
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"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.
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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 You step into a bustling kitchen, one that surely belongs to a large muggle family. Wrapped around the walls are wooden cabinets filled with glassware. The window behind the sink is lined with potted plants and from the ceiling hang elaborate lightbulbs. The countertop is crowded with machines that are plugged into the walls. You hear a quiet bubbling coming from the pots on the electric stove. What do you do first?
Scene Option 2: A child’s bedroom You step into a small bedroom. The princess bedsheets and various toys sprawled out on the floor indicate that it belongs to a small child. You hear a gentle lullaby playing from the music box in the corner and the whistle of a breeze hitting the large window. A mountain of stuffed animals resides on the bed and there is a large toy chest to its right. What do you do first?
Scene Option 3: An office You step into a clean room with a large desk. Atop the desk there are neatly ordered office supplies (staplers, pens, paperclips, sticky notes) and within the drawers you will find even more. In the corner of the room is a filing cabinet filled with confidential and neatly filed papers. You can smell the coffee brewing in the coffee maker and if you check the mini-fridge you will see that it is completely stocked up. The chair behind the desk is made of leather and conveniently has wheels. What do you first?
OOC: Hi friends, thanks for sticking with me! You'll have AT LEAST 72 hours before class ends.
For this activity, each student will be entering a personalized daydream.
- There are 3 scene options, so please choose ONE of them and label your post title accordingly
- As with the previous activity, students must find ways to sabotage their environment either by rendering items useless or making them harmful
- I'll be replying to your posts to guide you throughout, you can think of my posts as your "narrator" (I'll try to reply as quickly as I can to your posts to keep things going)
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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.
Muggle Studies Lesson 1: A Lesson on Sabotage 
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