Ivy pouted her way into class. She actually rather liked Muggle studies since she actually knew about a lot of Muggle things, but she was still MAD at Professor Schmoe for not believing her and making her feel like a crazy person when the Headmaster probably almost had her classmates eaten.

As she entered, she gave him THE LOOK with as much seriousness as a small 11-year-old girl could hold in her face, then turned on her heel with a huff without even saying hello to him. She sat in the very back of the classroom, folded her arms over her chest, and siiiiiighed so that everyone would not she was not pleased. Looking out a window, she determinedly ignored the cardboard boxes. She forced herself to not be curious. She didn’t care. Stupid boxes.

They were kind of big stupid boxes.

Some of the stupid boxes at the front were open.

She should have looked inside before she sat down.

Everything came in stupid boxes in the Muggle world. Stupid toys. Stupid computers. Stupid music players.

Ivy missed her music player...

Maybe they were going to listen to Muggle music. Or do Muggle crafts! Or use Muggle art supplies!

Wait. No. Stupid boxes.