Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 4, 2010 14:21:58 GMT -5
It'd been a while since the last time Sparky had held a class. It'd been sort of a disaster the last time around, too. He'd had to freeze the entire class to get them to listen to him. That wasn't really good teaching. At least it'd let him put them into an assigned seating sort of thing, so he knew their names a little. He was still horrible at putting names to a face, though, so if they sat out of order he'd be confused. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.
That said, it was time for another round of Muggle Studies. He wasn't sure how many repeat students he'd have, but either way he was nervous. He just hoped that girl, Lorraine Cunningham, would visit. At least with her, he felt like less of a failure. Sparky gripped the damaged, inked quill in his pocket, out of sight. It was his good luck, after all.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 4, 2010 17:39:04 GMT -5
Ashelle walked in to the Muggle Studies room. She had told her Aunt Ashlee about what happened between her and the teacher. Aunt Ashlee had said if she cared to study with Great Uncle Ian, he could teach her more than enough to pass any Muggle Studies exam the school cared to put to her. However, after thinking about it, Ashelle decide to give the teacher one more chance.
She sat down in the second row from the front, and got out her Muggle Studies book, quill and ink. She had decided to herself that the best way to deal with these problem teachers was to not make any sort of acknowledgment whatsoever. Go in, listen, learn, get homework, leave, do homework, go back, hand it in - and do it all again. If this method upset any professors then they really were crazy and she'd just ask to take the final at the end of the year.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Nov 4, 2010 18:25:24 GMT -5
It always seemed a silly that Felix came to class at all, so attending Muggle Studies, taught by Professor Cobalt nonetheless, was almost ridiculous.
First, Felix had finished enough classes and had read enough textbooks to technically graduate half way through last year. He still stuck around just because I didn’t want to have to go through the trouble of getting permission from Talon to let him leave Firefox at the age of sixteen, and he loved the University too much to leave. Secondly, the fact that the class was “Muggle Studies” made no sense for Felix to attend. Both of his parents lived as muggles, and he had spent his entire childhood with muggles from around the entire globe.
The final reason was who the professor was: Sparky X. Cobalt. Ex-Head Boy and recent graduate of Firefox University. Felix had run into Sparky many times over the past years, he more of an acquaintance then a friend, and had witnessed his personality and intelligence first hand. For example, his most unforgettable encounter with the ex-Ravenclaw happened last fall when Teagan managed to get herself turned doll-size. Sparky, who was obsessed with Teagan, came and couldn’t figure out what the heck was happening. To top it off Orca, his delightful forest-dwelling buddy, end up showing up and they all got covered in mud.
Long story. Trust me.
It was safe to say that Felix thought that he was much more responsible and mature then he imagined Sparky could ever be.
Despite all this, Felix still decided to show up to class. Out of boredom? Perhaps. To make sure that things didn’t get crazy and help Sparky control the class if things got out of hand? Definitely a primary reason. Felix was actually interested how the heck Sparky was going to teach the subject. It might even be amusing.
Felix was second to arrive in class. The first was Miss Rainier, his fellow Head Student and Gryffindor. The slightly disfiguring long scar running from her forehead to her chin, down the side of her face. She definitely needed this class; the Pure Blood witch was clueless about Muggles. Taking the seat he always took in any class, front row on the far side, Felix started spinning his wand between his fingers absentmindedly.
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Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 4, 2010 18:43:59 GMT -5
Ashelle watched as self proclaimed genius and Head Boy Felix Genero walked in. She let her eyes followed him for a few moments till he sat and then looked back at her book.
Darn it, if only she could let herself answered questions! That overstuffed braggart probably still thought she didn't know much about Muggles. Then again that would kind of make sense (for once) that he'd still think that. After all, she'd never told him about finding her lost family, including the ones with Muggle interests, or being introduced to 80s music, New Age teachings, birch beer and computers.
Suddenly Ashelle grinned to herself. It's Stuffy-brain ever did find out that she, Ashelle, had used a computer, he probably burst, then when he pulled himself together he'd probably not believe her. Ashelle wiped the grin off her face with an effort, and sighed silently, in an effort to release her glee without drawing undue attention to herself.
Post by Frederico DeBlanco on Nov 4, 2010 18:58:19 GMT -5
Kenji walked into the room. It wasn't really like he needed to learn about muggle society. He visited them often enough to learn through immersion, but there were very few classes anymore, and the point of school was to go to class. After all, why else would he be here?
Either way, it was only a matter of finding a class that was open, and attending that class. Certainly, it was an odd way of doing things, but after all, this wasn't normal school. He sat in the closest seat to where the professor stood, and Asa placed his book on his desk. He pulled out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, removed the cap, and tested it on a piece of paper. Sure enough, a ballpoint pen wasn't a complicated enough machine that magic screwed it up.
He looked at the teacher briefly, and then proceeded to make himself busy staring at his test line on the paper...
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Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 4, 2010 20:59:07 GMT -5
Muggle Studies.
Her first class at the school, and one she was already quite sure she would excel at. Why not? Muggles were simple enough, and during her stay in America she'd basically lived like one. She blamed her addiction to American music on that period of her life, actually. This should be no problem at all.
She stepped into the class, whisked her dark gaze about, taking in her classmates. First, the Hufflepuff boy from her first day, doll still clutched tight. She might have expected. Second, same row as the Hufflepuff but farther down, an older boy, brown-haired and fiddling with his wand like he was bored. If he set something on fire due to his horsing about, she would not help him. Last, a fire-headed girl she did not know with a slight mad smile on her lips. Wonderful.
Perhaps she would be lucky, and the Professor -- a boyish looking man, from whom anxiety seemed to radiate in droves -- would be the type that did not allow talking or even socializing of any sort in her class. She could hope.
Silently, she walked to the back of the class, last row, middle desk, and sat down. She arranged her robes and flicked her pigtails from her shoulders, focusing on the man at the front of the room as she waited for the class to begin. He appeared quite pathetic, really, but she would give him the benefit of the doubt, as well as her attention, for now. If anything, she would be glad he was just the professor for a simple class, such as this, and not anything important, like Transfiguration or Charms.
Steepling her fingers together under her chin, she watched the others, but as was her wont, did not make a sound. She would speak to them only if they were desperate enough to speak to her first.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 4, 2010 21:14:42 GMT -5
Lorraine oozed slowly into class, her every pore exuding OMG YAY IT'S A CLASS WITH MR. SPARKY THUNDERSTORM WAHHH THIS IS SO EXCITING WAIT TILL ORCAA HEARS ABOUT THIS I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT, peacefully dragging her faithful microwave behind her by the cord.
"Mr....Sparkyy.....Thunderstorm," she greeted her octopus ink professor, nearly inaudible from the sheer amount of effort lugging around a giant chunk of metal likely at least half her weight likely entailed. As soon as she edged inside the doorframe of the classroom, Lorraine promptly stopped in her tracks, looking like she might blow away with a barely-moving breeze any minute. Why, if someone even tried walking around her obstacle course right in front of the only entrance to class, the displacement of air might just knock her off her swaying feet. Nonetheless, the slight girl seemed extraordinarily pleased with her uncommon feat of fearlessly withstanding the awful screeching noise of metal on floor moving one of her favorite companions all the way from the Hufflepuff dorm room to the Muggle Studies classroom. It had taken her a couple hours, with lots of breaks and encouragement from her buggy friends, but she'd done it, hadn't she? She was so dedicated!
"I....I brought Mr. Miniwaves," Lorraine huffed, her mouth agape in what could have been a smile. If she had a tail, it'd be twitching lethargically in joy. "I wanted to--show--you my special friend--Mr. Sparkyy Thunderstorrm! He makes food tasty and delicious," she added, blinking her slightly bulging gray blue eyes.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Nov 4, 2010 23:40:10 GMT -5
Muggle studies. He didn't like this class, well the professor really. It didn't help that Cobalt was obnoxiously inept. If he wasn't, he put on a damn good show. Well, a class was a class.
As he approached the room, a metal screeching assailed his ears. Ryo did his best to cover his ears and muffle the sound until it abruptly stopped. It was Lorraine. What a shock. Puff was a good nickname for her house. After all, in the muggle world people who acted like that were usually puffing something. Perhaps she ate the wizarding equivalant to lead paint.
Not wanting to be rude, Ryo sat one seat away from the Eastern European girl. What was her name again? Oh right, he hadn't thought to ask. She wasn't exactly friendly.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 7, 2010 19:07:40 GMT -5
Another day, another fucking pointless class. It was like an epidemic in this goddamn hellhole. And, she was willing to bet Hero wouldn't be in this class either. What was even the fucking point? Classes would be filled with those fucking Birds, the house of douchbaggery. Layne was tired of their shit. Why couldn't there be cool people here? People she could sneak off and have a smoke with. People who'd get drunk with her, instead of making her feel like a fucking lush loser.
Layne entered the room lazily, not really caring if she was on time or not. Her face was pulled into her usual superior scowl. She noticed the students, some of them had been in that divinations class. She hadn't stuck around long enough to find out what their names were, and she doubted she would have even fucking cared. There were two Cats, two Puffs, and two Snakes, not counting her. And not a fucking Bird in sight--sweet.
Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all, even if the Gryffindor guy looked like a pompous asshole. Almost like he was one of those fucking Birds she hated so much. She sat in the front row, on the opposite side from the pompous tool, just to make a point about something. Or maybe she was just fucking tired of sitting in the back. Either way, she propped her feet up on her desk, gestured to the professor (And what a joke, too. This guy looked young enough to be a student, besides looking completely confused and scared shitless), and said, "Well, Chuckles....We're waiting..."
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 7, 2010 21:54:56 GMT -5
Fashionably late, Gabriel slipped inside. No, the entire 'I tried to kill you' scenario hadn't slipped his mind.
Ignoring everything, he sat in the middle row, smack at the front, and crossed his arms in front of him. He took out a quill and set it on the desk, then looked up, giving Professor Cobalt a faint, encouraging smile.
Yes he might have been suicidal.
He remembered the guy saying, faintly, something about teaching muggle studies. Gabriel found this a great moment to show up and be a pain in the ass. He chuckled silently, keeping his face as blank as possible without losing the unfriendly look.
It even appeared the entire encounter hadn't happened.
Gabriel glanced around - Felix. Micha. Kenji. They were the familiar faces. A handful of other students that he recognized, vaguely, from other classes, were present. He nodded in Micha's direction, then turned around and looked back at Sparky before dropping his head.
This was going to be fantastic.
Just perfect.
Hell he needed to get his stuff back, and now. For the moment, Gabriel huddled in the back, the hood of his cloak up. There was a Ravenclaw badge stuck to his chest, and he had actually dyed his hair a light brown. He hated it. A mix of make up and magic hid the scars on his face - had he even had them before? - and there were other various alterations.
Why he had nodded at Micha he didn't know. It wasn't like anyone would recognize him anyway. He sighed.
It would have to wait until class was over before he could corner Sparky and get his stuff back. Gabriel had ordered another knife anyway, but having two would be fantastic. Plus there was plenty of other stuff in his bag he needed.
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Post by Blaine Bates on Nov 7, 2010 23:02:43 GMT -5
God. Why was here here, again? Oh, yes - Emma told him he had to take at least one class. And he had chosen Muggle Studies because it was a class he could avoid attending since he was raised Muggle. But nooo, Em insisted that he come to class because she wanted to make sure he passed one of them. And she told him that this class, with familiar subject matter, should be a good way to socialize. Socialise? Did she forget that her brother suffered from a crippling fear of socializing and people and their weird smells and skin and hair and eyeballs and fingernails and other features? Well, of course she did, he knew, but that still did not excuse her insistence on him attending a class. Some clever Ravenclaw she was.
At least the professor looked on the same page as him.
Wait. Isn’t that a bad thing? he thought, a troubling expression blossoming on his blanched visage. Professors are supposed to teach what they know and this bloke did not look like he knew much. Maybe guessed at, or had hunches, but not knew. Swallowing hard, he slid into the desk closest to the door and flicked his light blue gaze between the door and the professor, painstakingly not focusing on the people and happenings around him. His large, lanky frame was a bit too large for this particular desk, and it creaked when he sat down, but he didn’t mind. It was a lovely distraction from them. No bookbag, no notes, no quills or parchment, nothing... just him. And once class was done, it would be just him again.
Crossing his arms hastily and sitting rigidly, hunching over the desk, Blaine sniffed disdainfully, waiting for this nightmare to be done with. =
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Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 11, 2010 15:25:31 GMT -5
As each student came in, he found his newfound confidence being chipped away, one by one. The first student to come in was that Ashelle girl, the one that had some sort of grudge against him and was totally a racist against muggles. Why was she even in this class? To give him a hard time? To make things... better? Worse? Felix (not the cat) came in right after her. Great, he had two head students in his class at the same time, one a snob and the other a smart ass. This was perfect.
Next, some kid walked in, holding a doll of some sort. Not the most normal way to show up, but hey, he was a Hufflepuff. It probably couldn't be helped. He was followed by a Slytherin girl, who stereotypically sat in the back. He watched her as she watched everyone else, but when her gaze led to him he quickly looked away, nervous.
Good thing, too!
He heard a scraping, a scratching, some sort of metal being dragged very noisily down his hallway, when suddenly--Lorraine Cunningham's head popped in!
Sparky breathed a sigh of relief. Someone who didn't hate him. Awesome. He smiled as she spoke, explaining her entrance accompanied by the screeching metal noise.
"Oh, th.. Thank you!" He said, and got up. Carefully, he picked up Mr. Miniwaves for her, setting him down on his desk at the front. Didn't doing something like this constitute a reward, or something? It could be said that it was a favor to a professor, a good deed. Oh, wait, that was right. "Twenty-five points to, er.. Hufflepuff."
Too bad the good was quickly outweighed by the bad once again, with the arrival of another Slytherin dick student, the one who had projected his innermost feelings all over his ceiling. Just another student that hated him. That worked.
Two Ravenclaws came in, one by one, both staring at him weird-like. Maaaan, was it because he was disgracing their house? Probably. He'd always been a Ravenclaw disgrace. That didn't mean it was okay for everyone to hate him!
Neon Rainbow burned his eyes a little, but it turned out to be another female Slytherin, this one choosing a seat in the front. Man, that hair was distracting. Didn't they have a rule for hair around here? Probably not.
"Well, Chuckles.....We're waiting..."
Ah, right. Class.
Instead of sitting in his desk again, he stood in front of it. Something about looking more proper, as much as his disheveled clothes could pull off.
"Thank you. W-welcome to Muggle Studies, wh-where..." He swallowed hard, like they understood. "Where we will be studying... muggles." Surprise! "We will study their lifestyles, and how they are different from us, and for today's class..."
He pointed to Mr. Miniwaves.
"We will discuss Muggle cooking."
He looked around at the almost entirely hostile room, feeling like he was on the wrong end of a shooting squad. Why, oh why did he take this job? He was such an idiot.
"Does anyone know anything about muggle cooking already? Sp... Specifically, modern muggle cooking."
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Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 11, 2010 18:00:41 GMT -5
Cooking? They were going to fucking teach cooking? Not that Layne had any great appreciation for Muggle studies, especially not now with that damn Bird in the room, but fucking cooking? What the hell did this teacher think, that she was going to grow up and suddenly need to fucking know how to work a muggle micro...micro...micro-whatever?
"It's fucking called a microphone. Muggles have these stupid fucking boxes called microphones. They put the food in, press a button, and a light gets hot and cooks it. Bet it tastes like shit, though. Food cooked with light, pfft." Layne made a dismissive gesture with her hands. Stupid fucking muggles and their inventions and shit. Those guys were just retarded, weren't they?
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 11, 2010 19:13:55 GMT -5
Gabriel would be probably one of the few who actually knew anything. When he'd gone to Hadley for that ... time period, he had been placed in a culinary career path. Hadley, not being a magic school, had used Muggle tools. Hell. So when that girl with the foul mouth spoke up, Gabriel winced and shrank a bit in his seat.
He heaved a loud sigh, and momentarily forgot that Sparky might recognized his voice, but then he hadn't talked very much back in the shop and -
"It's a microwave," he mumbled, then louder, "A microwave. It generates micro-waves to heat up food. They use can openers to open canned up pasta, and soup, ect cetera." Gabriel sighed, and slumped further into the seat, nearly disappearing.
"There's lots of stuff. Stoves, microwaves, just a lot of heat. It's slower than wizard cooking, I guess, but it works."
He hadn't meant to talk that much, but who cared, it wouldn't matter. If Sparky chose to freak out about it ... well. Gabriel would deal with it when it came to that. Hopefully Sparky would be too shocked someone had actually answered to notice the voice. As many spells as Gabriel knew, he didn't know how to change his voice.
Oh well. He'd survive.
"They can add spices and stuff, just like regular cooking - " Of course wizard cooking was regular cooking "-to make things taste better. It's not terrible."
He shrugged, and leaned on the desk, chin propped up on one hand. 971
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