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Post by //Scott Lane McCoy-- on Nov 16, 2010 7:47:44 GMT -5
Welcome to Muggle Studies!
Professor Scott McCoy
Was messily thrown up onto the board in white chalk, the handwriting nearly illegible. Though, it was highly unnecessary. Any person walking into the class would notice the classroom's strange appearance and its brightly haired teacher impatiently pacing around the desks. ‘I’m such a child.’ Scott thought as he moved about the room, unable to sit. He walked between the desks, transfigured to look similar to ones inside a Muggle classroom. They matched with the rest of the room which had been attempted to be changed to look as if the students had walked into a muggle school. The professor himself had done most of the changing. It had taken several attempts due to the fact that he hadn’t used magic in nine years. Though, the new Muggle Studies teacher did admire his work, deciding that it was much better than he thought he was going to do. For about the hundredth time, Scottie glanced over his shoulder at the envelope sitting on his desk. Inside was his class list, which the young man had yet to open. He had resisted temptation of ripping it open the moment he had received it three days ago. Instead, he promised that he would put it off until most of the class arrived so that he did not disappoint early. Better he find that he had a skimpy class when they were already in the room and he wasn’t allowed to be pouty or angry. “Yep, a child.” He growled under his breath, glancing at his watch, the one object that still worked on Hogwarts campus. It was still ten minutes until the beginning of class. Finally, Professor McCoy forced himself to sit and wait. He sat with his back to the class, looking through his trunk. Even though this class was supposed to be mostly notes and research, there was no reason that he couldn’t have some fun. Out of all the muggle possessions that Scottie had, he was bound to have something to show his students. [/blockquote]
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Post by Sienna Andormeran on Nov 16, 2010 10:13:39 GMT -5
Among all of Sienna's classes, this was one that had filled her with most dread -- and horribly enough, a sense of dawning (though much denied) interest. When you're a spoiled young Pureblood, living in a drafty old manor house with servants and magic from the moment you were born, there were many things you get curious about. Such as Muggles.
As a young Pureblood girl, however, she had been drilled from the moment she could pronounce Mudblood that her blood, being the purest and most distilled vessel of magic there was, should never be tainted by those lesser than her own. Especially those whose right to magic seemed to have popped up from thin air, who lived among the messy uncivilized hoards that had -gasp- no natural gift for magic.
Sienna had heard it all, and more, blah blah blah. If truth be told, she was more than a bit curious about Muggles. She herself couldn't imagine doing anything without magic, except for logical stuff like eating or breathing (or walking, but you could fly low with a broom if you wanted).
And yet, Muggles did that everyday without noticing the difference. Well, she supposed they did it everyday. Sienna actually didn't know otherwise. What little she knew could be crammed into 3 inches of parchment: Muggles were stunted versions of their Wizarding counterparts (sort of like goblins but they still looked human), Muggles barely wore proper clothing (mucking about in clothes that look like wrappers) and Muggles liked to destroy nature (while trying to make their own version of magic). She didn't like the sound of any of those.
Problem was, those facts came from her mother, who Sienna knew wasn't the most reliable sources of information. She wished she could ask her Father or Michael, but she only thought to ask about Muggles as she had been going towards the Hogwarts Express and there wasn't any time. Muggles had existed mostly in the periphery of her mind back then. They had arrived already in Platform 9 and 3/4's, so she didn't even get to see any.. which was a shame.
Now, Muggle Studies. The classroom arrangement startled Sienna a bit, being different from the other classes she had taken. It didn't even look like the wooden tables in her Transfiguration or Charms class... where was she supposed to sit? Sienna looked doubtfully at the tables and chairs, then glanced at the odd-coloured Professor at the front of the class.
A Metamorphmagus? Probably... thought Sienna.
She decided to just sit anywhere, and sat at the 2nd row near the front.
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Post by Allison Wonderland on Nov 19, 2010 22:53:18 GMT -5
Allison wasn’t exactly sure why she was taking this class yet again. Every year she had to hear the purebloods and their condescending remarks concerning the muggles. It was half of her. When people insulted them they insulted her. She wasn’t the type who could take that calmly which is why she was questioning why she was yet again taking this class. Last year she had sworn she wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth having a repeat of the infamous sticky charming of a girl to the side of Hogwarts in the pouring rain. Allison couldn’t help, but smile at that particular memory. The girl had kicked and screamed which was the perfect counterpoint to Allison’s laughter.
She walked into the room completely unaware that she wasn’t just laughing in her mind at the memory. She was laughing out loud and it was that sort of maniacal hate filled laughter that was reserved for only the greatest of villains. Allison soon realized she was in class and that laughter hadn’t stayed contained. She looked at the two people present and took her seat without a word. She was hoping neither of them had noticed or wouldn’t comment on it.
Allison took a seat in the front row and turned her attention to the teacher. “So let’s see what you get wrong about muggles. It seems those born into wizarding families draw the oddest of conclusions concerning muggles. It’s rather sad actually. I do hope that you'll prove more knowledgeable in the subject than some.” It wasn't meant to sound condescending or anything like that. She was saying it in all seriousness. She personal found the assumptions of muggles rather peculiar. There was very little founding for the idea, it just seemed to come out of random. The other thing that disturbed her was that this class was typically taken by those who didn't care in the slightest about muggles. They thought themselves so superior.
Allison shook her head lightly dislodging the train of thought that was currently barreling down the railway of her mind. That was one train of thought she wasn't wanting to go down today. It always ended badly in someway, but not always for her. She doubted her typically reaction during those brief moments of anger would be suitable in a classroom especially one that had a teacher present.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 20, 2010 17:13:21 GMT -5
Zahara had calmly walked to her class, in a groggy manner. She was tired and really hadn't slept the previous night staying up to catch up on any homework she needed too. Arriving at the Muggle studies she wondered why the hell she didn't just ask for another free period to fill her slot. Opening the door she walked into the room that was set up a an apparent muggle school room.
Wearing her school uniform, the skirt hemmed up shorter than what most skirts the girls around the school wore, her white blouse untucked, top two buttons undone, tie hanging loosely around her neck, sweater non existant and robes hanging from the back her four inch heeled shoes clicked against the floor as she walked and flopped down at a desk.
Looking bored and half a sleep. She just hoped the teacher zoned in on other students and not her cause she wasn't in the mood for being put in the spotlight. Her make-up was done in light foundation and black eyeshadow with a white and gold highlight and her lips shined with lipgloss. Her hair was in some sort or messy bun contraption that was held in place by the wood patruding from it which happened to be her wand.
Leaning against the desk she yawned and inspected her nails idly in boredom pretty much just deciding what color to paint the next. She was growing tired of the curent blue and black that sat up residency on her nails.
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Post by //Scott Lane McCoy-- on Nov 20, 2010 21:13:56 GMT -5
Professor McCoy gave a sly smile as he finally found the object he was searching for. The professor had heard his students start walking in, their gasps of surprise at the room’s appearance, the murmurs about the new teacher, and even a few remarks about his hair. They were there and if some were not awake—well, they would be now.
Jumping from his chair and whirling around the face the class, Scott prepared himself for the noise. Pushing the button down on an air horn sent the ear-damaging sound echoing through his classroom. The professor’s smile remained, wide and on the psychopathic side. As the sound faded, the chitchat was gone and the professor was quite sure that he had the class’s attention.
“Air horn.” He shrugged, holding it up for the class to see. “Muggles use it get the attention of others. Useful tool, especially with a class such as this.” Well, his voice might have sufficed, especially since the volume he used to teach was already verging on yelling. Professor McCoy threw the air horn onto the nearest desk and went back to his desk pulling out the class list. His heart sank a bit at the sight the terribly short list. He had noticed longer lists for the History of Magic class. With a sigh, he turned back to the small group of students and clapped his hands together.
“I am guessing that I need to introduce myself.” He said. “I would be Professor McCoy. I only joined the Hogwarts staff last month and this class is the first I have ever taught.” Scott’s eyes scanned the sheet of paper in his hands, looking at each individually, trying to decide who he would choose as his first victim. It was always difficult to choose. Personally, he would love to call on the half-asleep, mess of a girl in the back. He already had a dislike for her but he had no idea which name was hers on the list. “Now, when I call your name, please stand up, introduce yourself, give me one common misconception about muggles, and finally if you have any questions about the class or about me, just ask. I am an open book.” He instructed, running a hand through his orange hair. Earlier he had noticed in a mirror that brown roots were already starting to show. He would need to dye it again soon.
“Allison Wonderland, the girl that doubts my intelligence in my field and once stuck a girl to the side of Hogwarts. How about you go first?" He motioned called out. He wasn’t afraid to single kids out, especially if they weren’t going to take his class seriously. Professor McCoy was going to make a perfect example out of this girl later on if he got the chance.
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Post by Sienna Andormeran on Nov 21, 2010 8:29:36 GMT -5
Sienna had not been paying much attention to the rest of the class pouring in, though the one that came in laughing like an evil villain did catch her eye. It made her giggle, to tell the truth. She tried to keep it hidden, but some form of mischievous glint still remained in her eye... the older girl did look like someone who was a few sickles short of a Galleon. And then the sudden speech that came out of nowhere! It really sounded defensive. Sienna wondered if she was one of those muggleborn people – she looked a lot like a normal person. Well, except for the red hair.
A barely dressed young woman came in afterwards, her robe towards the back with heels clicking on the stone floor. Sienna had seen the girl a few times before, one of those girls that really stood out if only for the sloppiness of her attire. It was a wonder she could be able to put on makeup that well and dress so badly... you could probably see her priorities right there and then.
The horn blast had her nearly screaming, with her hands clapped to her ears. What manner of object was that? It would be perfect for a prank!! Sienna took note of the object and wrote it down in her roll of parchment, wondering if she could borrow it from the Professor without her seeming too obvious. Then again, she thought, if she were to use it in a prank it would lead right to her. There had to be another way to get that horn-thing.
The professor looked okay enough, he wasn’t readying them for some sort of cult action or anything, so she supposed Muggles didn’t actually go around a fire and sing songs and stuff. Or maybe that would be later? Hmmm... Sienna decided to reserve judgment till then.
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