The longer, Lia sat there and listened to Professor Schmoe talk, the more sad she felt. His tone of voice, his mannerisms, the way he sounded so confused at times. It was all so heartbreaking. Every lesson this term was this way but there was just something about this man standing at the front of her room that really made her want to cry. Yet she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Muggle machines? Well at least this wouldn't be too difficult to answer. Dahlia raised her hand. "Muggles have lots and lots of different machines for cooking. Lots of the machines only do one thing so they aren't used constantly and they take up space." Did she need to list them to give everyone an idea of what she was talking about? She hoped not cause there was just so many and with the Hooded Minions around... well she didn't really want to be listing Muggle machines in front of them. "Witches and Wizards could prepare an entire feast with a few waves of our wand. Our way is so much faster, doesn't take up any room or create any messes."