Willow, having ducked the spell and letting it hit some other poor student, sat in a chair next to Ashelle. Neither the new Head Girl or the Ravenclaw Prefect had said anything about her being her.
Then again, you didn't really need magic for this class. So....technically she was okay. Hopefully, Sparky wouldn't ask them to like...imitate something. She was a little flushed with embarrassment, as the last time she had seen the Professor(OHCRAPSPARKYAPROFWTF?), he had been locked together with her packmate...
Not exactly the best memory to have of someone. She almost laughed, instead putting her head on the desk as the late Hufflepuffer joined the table. Morgan got a question. If Sparky asked her something about Muggles, she'd be able to answer, Willow mused. Partly muggle herself.
The lycan almost opened her big mouth to shoot off about her Christian beliefs to the Slytherin dude, but instead shut her mouth and stared at her desktop. There was a swearword carved in the corner.
It seemed Muggles and Wizards weren't that different.
[ooc: the hell do you mean ducked the spell was used on the entire class. i swear if another person dodges the spell i'm going to turn them into a small octopus and put them on display for the rest of the year fffffffffffffuuuuuck
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Aug 10, 2009 2:21:32 GMT -5
Ryo glowered at Sparky. He didn't know how, but he had somehow managed to intermingle his gayness for Orca and disguise it Ryo's. This had to be the case if nothing else for the simple fact that if Ryo were gay, he would have had much better style. Ryo wished he could mod Sparky's post for the travesty that was his reply post. Ryo mentally kicked himself for mispronouncing protego and giving Sparky an easy chance to make a fool of him. Were his observations of his muggle posters really that offensive?
Willow was giving him death glares for some reason. He wanted to ask why but was unable for obvious reasons. Why did lycans always have a bad temper? Ryo might never know.
Post by Amira Raines on Aug 10, 2009 17:59:50 GMT -5
Amira walked over to the student the professor had said to sit by. She sat down. Her face was pink from walking in late. The professor had called on the girl next to her. The blond girl next to her had answered.
She sat afraid that the professor was a mean teacher and only got enjoyment in freezing and terrorizing his students. Her hands started to shake. She set them on her legs and tried to relax.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 10, 2009 23:57:55 GMT -5
[ooc: So much for 'later tonight'. >.>]
Sparky sighed as Morgan answered him. He could always count on a Ravenclaw to give him the straight facts, it seemed. Nothing too superfluous. Nothing fancy, or meant to impress. Good ol' Ravenclaw.
"Thank you. You're very correct."
He wondered on the technicalities of being 'very' correct, then moved on. He was about to move onto the next question, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed... the little hufflepuff girl. Shaking. She looked... scared. Was that what he was doing? Flopping around the room like some wanna-be Snape, all yelling at people and killing their headmasters?
That was exactly what he was doing.
On the inside, he had a small break-down. No need to worry, of course. It happens all the time (it's detachable).
'Ohgodohnofuckwhatdoidonoweveryonewillhatemeandlikethey'llthrowshitatmeand oh god this is a terrible class why do i have this job talon what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE OHSHIIIIIIIII-'
But he managed to calm down.
He took a breath, and flicked his wand in the air once more, releasing the spell on everyone else.
"And... that, is what we're here for. We can't study something, um, unless we know what it is. A Muggle is a human without magical powers, b-but it goes further than that. If that were the case, Squibs would be Muggles. And..." He wasn't sure where he was going with this, but he forged on.
"And your first assignment is to, um, write down three questions that you'd like to ask a muggle."
A flick of the wand, and parchment appeared in front of all of the students, except Toby. He expected they all brought something to write with, and the inkwells in the tables were wet enough to supply them with ink if they lacked it.
Chika chuckled about the assignment. She had no idea what to write down as she was a muggle herself. She then decide to Write down Questions she knew wizards would ask a muggle. Chika took up the parchment paper and started writing.
Chika Chisama Hufflepuff
1. do You think magic is real?
2. What is up with that small device your carrying?
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Aug 11, 2009 17:02:38 GMT -5
Ryo silently thanked the rather scared girl for letting this tyrant see his own terrible reign. the snake sighed and decided not to dwell on it. The assignment was a joke. Three questions? Looks like his pig of a father had some use after all.
With impeccable aim a paper air plane landed on Willow's desk. Inside it contained a simple request to speak after class. Ryo readied his wand and concentrated on pronouncing protego correctly in case his message made the professor flip out again.
Ryo got out his pen and began to write.
Ryo Kanagawa Slytherin
Do you believe in magic? What would you do if magic were real? What kind of cell phone is that?
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 11:29:30 GMT -5 by Ryoko Kanagawa
Willow stared at the paper plane for a second, like she expected it to explode. What the hell, was she supposed to eat it? Not entirely sure where is had come from, Willow grabbed it and unfolded it before Sparky ate it first. Or something.
Talk to her after class? Why? Was her being a lycan so damn obvious? Sparky didn't know, it probably hadn't occurred to him that she was NEVER in any classes. She had just come to this one because....
Why was she here?
Now, if someone was controlling her, she would have said that someone found Sparky so entirely amusing that they had promised to attend his class. But that wasn't the case. Maybe she was just missing some good old human work? Ooh. Creepy thought. Trying to salavge a quill from her ancient, dirty bookbag, she tore a piece of parchment out of her sketchbook.
Umm...questions. To ask a muggle.
Um.
Well. This was harder than she would have thought.
1) Do you think Algebra is the most useless crap ever? 2) If you could have a pet giant spider, would you? 3) Do you sit around trying to get your pet parakeet to sing or was that just my cousin?
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 11, 2009 19:15:45 GMT -5
Three questions to ask a muggle? Well, Morgan supposed the hard part for this assignment would not be in coming up with questions, it would be in restraining herself to only ask three. She thought for a minute, then jotted down, what, to her, seemed to be the three most important questions to answer.
Morgana S.G.E.L. Pendragon Ravenclaw-7th year Professor Cobalt-Muggle Studies
1. What is your favorite piece of Techniwatzy, and which one do you think is the most important?
2. Do you use those metal muggle wands for killing and what is your opinion of them?
3. What do they teach in muggle school, and what is your favorite thing to learn?
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 12, 2009 0:45:45 GMT -5
Dear god, it was good to be able to move again! The thought etched across his mind to curse the professor, but then he realized that cursing and professor in the same sentence equaled less house points, or more negative ones.
With a quick dab into the ink Phugsius was set and writing intensely. His questions would best all!
Phugsius Charadus Slytherin Sixth Year
Question #1 What would you do if you saw a flying broom?
Question #2 What is a projector, and what does it do?
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 12, 2009 11:53:18 GMT -5
Lorraine glanced distractedly at the piece of parchment in her hand, somewhat perplexed at the lack of people in the hallways. Everyone had seemed to vanish into classrooms at the same time, and the girl soon found herself standing alone. There hadn't been time to amble up to some amiable-looking stranger and ask for directions, as she had for Divinations class. She poked the words Muggle Studies—scrawled in her wandering script—absently with a scrawny finger, hoping that perhaps this would magically direct her to the correct classroom. This was a magic school, after all, wasn't it? When nothing happened, she let out a sad little sigh, mildly disappointed. Left with few other alternatives, Lorraine drifted towards the nearest classroom to ask for directions. She meandered in, the aura of befuddlement thick around her.
"I'm lost," she proclaimed dreamily, not much louder than the sounds of scratching quills. The girl looked bemusedly at the large number of students in the classroom, smiling vacantly at the faint familiarity of the décor.
He had been finally freed from the manical grip of the Professor's spells and was asked to write down three questions that he was supposed to ask a muggle. It sounded like a strange assignment at first, but when it was the alternative to a full-bodied bind and he certainly didn't want to end up in that position again.
Twirling his pen between his fingers briefly, the German student started writing down his questions for the random John Doe.
Konrad Maximillian 6th year, Hufflepuff Pr. Cobalt, Muggles Studies 09-10
1. Who do these things at you call cars work?
2. How is it that this "shotgun" curse can bring undying fame in the eyes of angsty teens when cast upon yourself, and how can you even cast such a curse if you can't use magic?
3. What is the deal with voices screaming out of metal boxes? I get screaming letters from my father when he thinks I'm slacking off, but those boxes never seem to shut up!
Soccer, Rugby, and Quidditch all have one thing in common: I win in all of them.
Post by Conor Driscol on Aug 12, 2009 20:36:21 GMT -5
Conor just took all the spells and moving and everything like that in stride. He was so tired of how ridiculous some of these people were and had no intention to even try to disrupt their shenanigans. Why couldn't he go to a normal school? One where magic was taught with textbooks and curriculum and performance standards. One where they taught the sixth years how to apparate and people didn't die on a daily basis.
Oh yeah, he didn't know French. That's why.
Man, FML.
Conor just sighed and did the work. Woo, grades. Woo, points. Hell, in Spain, this was the least of his worries. He could be swallowed by a zombie or a giant fucking ghost dragon necromancer priest warrior or something tomorrow. If he didn't have a boyfriend, Conor would probably be a depressed kid.
Conor Driscol, 7th year.
Dear Muggles, I was born as one of you. Why am I in this class about the very people I know best?
1. Who was Michael Jackson? Why do we still like him? It's been like, 80 years since he died or something. I heard he ate children. That does not seem admirable.
2. What is up with Calculus? I never took it, but I heard it was hard and that one kid who worked at the arcade took it. His name was Johnny Hornbeck. I guess I want to know why Calculus is hard?
3. Speaking of Johnny Hornbeck, how is he? He should be off to University now. Maybe you, the muggle I am asking questions to, can answer this. Also, these are serious questions I would like answers to. Maybe I should owl Johnny. I wonder if that would be okay.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 20:37:29 GMT -5 by Conor Driscol
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