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Schmoe ... poor Schmoe ... this was clearly not good for him (or any of us for that matter), but Blake couldn't help but feel this was effecting Schmoe more than the rest of us. Well ... muggle born families were probably suffering just as much ... Blake had a muggle mother and felt the effects, but at least his father was a wizard. "Well like I said before, muggles use cars/planes/trains for transportation. And wizards can use the floo network, apparate, or brooms, which makes travel in general that much better." |
Kale didn't let his face betray his feelings, but he was practically over the moon. He had seen the amusement behind Schmoe's eyes when he talked about the plight of the humble candle. Little victories under a violent coup were important to internally relish. Never on the outside. Those victories had you lookin' down the end of a villain's wand. But a little internal victory dance? Had to take those when he could. On the topic of candles, Kale helpfully added, "Muggles use lightbulbs to see. Which is like super inefficient. We have wands that we can see by. And candles that we light with magic." |
Quinn thought for a moment. "Muggles take a lot of time to clean things, but we can just use spells like Scourgify to clean things in an instant." |
Heath nodded, dropping his gaze in shame. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Professor Schmoe’s eyes! “Yes, Professor,” he said quietly. “Sorry for my poor wording.” He really didn’t mean to be defiant! He just got tongue tied… Putting his thoughts into words was difficult for him sometimes, and it got worse when he was in emotional distress. That was why he preferred to stay quiet when he didn’t feel confident in his answers! No slipping up if you slip away… He inwardly cursed himself. No matter how hard he tried, nothing he did was good enough! He’d been reminded of that all his life, and now he was probably going to be hexed for his failure. Whatever it is, please don’t be permanent! He thought as he braced himself for a spell to come his way. Heath was so busy beating himself up for his mistake that he almost didn’t hear the second question. Muggle machines were something he knew a lot about… and that was the problem. What if he said too much? He was so afraid of misspeaking again, of putting himself and others in danger, that he didn’t want to even try to answer! I’m going to mess up no matter what I do, so why bother? He thought darkly. Despite his fear, he forced himself to raise his hand. “Muggles need machines to help them lift heavy objects,” he said. WInches, cranes, and forklifts came to mind, but he didn’t dare name examples. He didn’t want to look too knowledgeable about the muggle world in front of Rosier’s minions! “Wizards have a variety of spells that serve the same purpose.” Shrinking charm, Featherlight charm, Wingardium Leviosa… but once again he was too scared of saying the wrong thing to give examples. “The magical way is better because it’s faster, and you don’t have to worry about acquiring a machine or having it malfunction on you.” He lifted his eyes a fraction of an inch. Please tell him that answer was acceptable! |
Valencia thought long and hard before raising her hand. "Professor. About that. I have a suggestion. We should start vanishing our excrement again instead of using the muggle toilets." Yes. She did have an agenda here. "Also. We should get rid of the Hogwarts Express and start flooing again." Meaning, it would be very convenient if the floo system was open to the school. For reasons. |
Cece was trying, she really was, but this was hard. She felt like a flower that was wilting under the weight of all the muggle hate and she was expected to add to it, which made everything worse. She wanted a hug. She wanted to give Schmoe a hug. But sadly no hugs were given. Instead she raised her hand. "Well, muggles have to rely on keys for locking and unlocking things and depending on how many locks they've got to deal with, they might have all sorts of keys to keep track of, which is a real hassle. Witches and Wizards do things way faster, and with much less stress, using locking and unlocking spells." |
Aboli was very checked out of the lesson by now. Her eyes roamed over to the hooded ones, and she raised her hand with none of the zeal she used in her classes usually. She ran through some of the more sarcastic answers in her head before finally choosing a perfectly reasonable one that wouldn't get her crucio'd or anything. She made sure to keep her composure as she spoke, seeming the utmost of neutrality. "Muggle radios use radio waves and satellites sometimes....and those can always go out if the weather or something interferes. We don't have that problem with wizarding radios," she said with a shrug. Did she need to go into the "better"? Her answer was self explanatory. |
Even though Bernie was no longer the Unofficial Official TA for this class (there it was; couldn't let the term go by without mentioning it), she still listened to everyone's answers and couldn't help accidentally nodding at a few (like Blake's and Kale's) and narrowing her eyes at a few others (what the deuce is wrong with you, Valencia Phillips?!). She eventually raised her hand, just to mumble, "Muggle hairdryers often short out and can accidentally electrify someone, say, in the bathtub, whereas the hot air charm is much faster and safer and more fun." And it could be used to, say, throw paint on someone. |
Ugh, the look on Schmoe's face. Couldn't he tell that she didn't MEAN IT? Couldn't he tell that she was on his side? Phoebe sighed into her fists and glared a hole into the top of the desk. Big stupid goon squad. She was literally bursting to fight someone at this point. But she wouldn't, because they never fought the person or thing who pushed back. They always attacked the weakest, the smallest, the most helpless, and Phoebe wasn't going to get someone else hurt just to please her temper. "Professor, sir, it seems to me that the Muggles prefer to create machines that make their lives easier. Because they are so lazy, I mean. Like... vacuum cleaners? We can just zip and it's done." She flicked her hand away from her face, like there was a wand in there. |
Because Nem was an absolute delight, they refrained from responding with a simple 'I know' to Schmoe's comment. Really just an absolute delight. Unicorn among thestrals. Et cetera, et cetera. Next question then. Plenty of routes to go with this, some more morbid than others, but Nem decided to play it safer. They raised a hand. "In medicine, muggles have all these tests that can actually cause problems in the body even while trying to find out what they need to heal. There's a lot of radiation in their scans, which is not a concern when healers use spells to do that. Radiation is dangerous, no matter how you look at it. Ergo..." He could probably get to the end of that line of thinking on his own. ... But might as well cover all bases. "... Ergo, muggles are dangerous." However you looked at them. |
Saying all these bad things about muggles hurt. He wanted to cry just knowing how much the things he was saying that he didn’t even believe in were hurting some of his classmates. Even bigger than the fear of offending his classmates was the fear of the hooded figures torturing him or killing him before he could make it back home to his mum, dad, and sisters. ”Muggles can’t apparate or use floo powder, and getting anywhere by muggle transportation takes a lot longer. Wizarding travel is much faster, and therefore more convenient.” At least that one was less offensive to muggles than his previous response, he hoped. Was it uncomfortably hot in here or was it just the unbearable sense of shame? |
Mamie did not really like being brainwashed, but she could play along. She raised her hand. Magic was really very useful, and Muggles had hacked their way through life without it, so this question wasn't particularly difficult. "Professor, we can use magic to build things, like a new house, but Muggles have to use tools that are sharp or heavy, which is dangerous," she said. "Their tools could make someone bleed, or crush them if they drop something heavy. The magical way is better because it's safer." And she really did not understand why they couldn't just help the Muggles with all their better ways of doing things. |
Okay, well, Delilah wouldn't have exactly used the word lazy to describe muggles, but okay. She figured that was the most she was going to get out of Schmoe right now anyway. Muggles weren't lazy. They just lacked the skills to do things as quickly as magical people. A side-eye glance toward the Hooded Creeps reminded Delilah why she didn't voice those thoughts out loud, too. Anyway, back to trying to justify why magical people are better thank muggles. Delilah half-heartedly raised her hand. "Well, they have a simple machine called a stapler that can be used to make things stick together. They can keep papers together or staple something to the wall," she pointed out. "We have sticking charms for this, though." |
SPOILER!!: this is so sad, alexa play despacito Finneas wilted in his stance, turning to make sure that there weren't any more hands in the air before moving to lift the box off the floor and setting it onto his desk........... Which was taking a little more strength than he had at the moment. He was........ struggling. Er. Nevermind. The box is going to stay where it is everything is FINE. "As you have all shared, er, magical ability... it makes wizard-kind inherently better, smarter, and... more efficient than our muggle counterparts." The discomfort was real™. "Not only this, but er... It renders them vulnerable to attacks and sabotage. It leaves them.... weak. Machines and tools are unreliable, they can so easily be used against their owners." He focused his gaze on a spot at the very back of the classroom, keeping from looking at anyone directly. "In particular, today I want you all to think .... creatively. We are going to practice sabotage techniques. How can we reveal the weakness in a reliance upon machines and tools?" He moved to stand behind the box by his desk now. "Within this box, er, you will f-find three muggle objects. A lamp, a hairdryer, and a battery operated alarm clock.... Your task is to come up with a way in which to... er... alter, tweak, or manipulate the object using magic in order to either render it useless or, er, make it such that it will inflict harm upon a muggle..." It... hurt his heart. It hurt a lot. "You may work with a partner if you would like and er, you can... Er... Simply brainstorm your creative endeavors or if you would like to, er, put your alterations into action, you can grab the objects from the front to practice on...." OOC: For this activity you'll have 60 hours.In summary: |
partners? This. Was. Stupid. They were hurting muggles for fun now. Well, Ash was not bad at figuring out ways to hurt people. She had just never considered using them because it would be morally wrong. SHe pulled up a sheet of paper. I would probably use aguamenti on them. That way, they could start a fire, or explode, or electrocute an unsuspecting muggle. But it might also be fun to give them poisonous teeth. That would be pretty fun. I don't know how to do it though. Or animate them! Then they could attack. Maybe animate them AND give them teeth! For now though, I'll stick with the water idea. ANd I will turn them purple and green because that is an awful color combination and would scare muggles a lot. Ash looked up, hiding the PAIN she was feeling. This went against all of her morals. She couldn't suggest electrocuting muggles by herself. She looked around. Partners, anyone? While she waited, she thought about what Valencia had said. She was pushing some sort of agenda here, because most wizards would not even consider "vanishing their excrement." Did she want to hide and cry in the bathrooms in peace? Ash wanted to do that. If nobody entered the actual bathroom, then you could hide in there all alone. Made sense. |
Ash Oh no. This was even worse than he thought things could be. They were actively trying to make things that could cause real harm to muggles. What was going to happen to these items once they had made them dangerous? Would they be given to real muggles? He wanted no part in that. Devin looked over to his friend Ash. ”Partners?” At the very least, he hoped she would understand that he didn’t want to hurt muggles. Every word against muggles was said out of fear of the consequences of not complying with the anti-muggle agenda. ”These muggle devices are weak enough that they can be rendered useless without the use of magic. The alarm clock is useless if the batteries are removed.” Devin looked in regret for what he was about to say at Ash as the next thought crossed his mind. ”But, uh, I guess magic could be used to make the hair dryer more dangerous because I’ve heard muggles can sometimes get electrocuted by them so we could, uh, magically tamper with the safety features so they electrocute more muggles.” As for the lamp, maybe he could vanish the insides of the bulb but keep the glass so it looked like a normal bulb? Then when it was plugged in it wouldn’t turn on, and it wouldn’t be immediately obvious what the problem was and cause annoyance at the broken lamp. Actually vanishing just part of something was beyond his skill level, so he started writing things down in his notes just in case The Hoods wanted to check that he had real sabotage ideas. Quote:
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Cece needs a partner :3 Sabotage? Cecelia wrinkled her nose behind her hand, not wanting to risk the hooded meanies seeing her do it. She really wished she didn’t have to but, she’d give it a go. For Schmoe. ”Partners anyone? They could pick the item to sabotage and everything. It was a good deal. |
Even as the But his head was back down soon enough, once again staring at his notes and the scribbles on there, and set his quill down when the activity was explained. His first thought was, in order to render any of the objects useless, was to simply blow it up AND he actually knew the spell for that one. But...somehow he did not think that would be a sufficient enough answer. His posture straightening a bit, he glanced over at Delilah and...well...he wasn't entirely sure if she would want to work with him or not, but seeing as they were right beside one another and he did not want to do this alone...the first year decided to go out on a limb a bit. "...they all have buttons or switches ..." he offered while adding the items to his parchment. An alarm clock in particular he had taken apart and gutted more than once for his robotics endeavors. A standing lamp like that...he had also engineered to make it hop around. So his brain was clouded by those experiences, so much so that his fingers were twitching a bit. But everything he knew how to do, he couldn't do here. Not in this class. And suddenly the reason why dad - or whoever had been pretending to be dad - had pulled him and Aries from their muggle schooling made sense. And now he had a timeframe for how long...their lives had been infiltrated. The blonde paled a bit and the fresh ink on his parchment smeared. "...bit of metal charming could...do something with that..." |
What? Why would she want to do that. Creating something that would purposely harm someone else, wasn't her idea of a good time. Targeting muggles just because... well simply because they were muggles was even worse. There was so much wrong with this lesson. Every lesson actually. None of this was right and it made her terribly unhappy to even have to pretend like she wanted to do this. Lia placed a sheet of clean parchment on her desk and picked up her quill. Quote:
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Quinn needs a partner uwu Quinn looked over at Atlas, hoping to work with him this lesson—they hadn't actually worked together in many classes, had they? He turned to where he was and was going to ask, but he saw him asking Delilah. Which was fine. Super fine. He should probably partner with someone older, anyway, since they knew more spells for how to make things... unpleasant. This activity would've been much more unpleasant to Quinn had it been at the beginning of the term, but he came to expect things of this nature by now. It still discomforted him, and he was horrified this was something he'd just gotten used to, but it was what it was. He looked around the rest of the room, not sure who else needed a partner. "So, um... d-does anyone need a partner..?" |
SPOILER!!: Ash Yay, partners. Er, it was a bit concerning that they were both thinking about electrocution but that was following the very forced spirit of the activity, right? "Yeah, bad colors so it's so hideous no one would want it in their home. But like, with everything in the shops too so they can't just throw one thing out and get a better one because there won't be prettier colors available." See, this idea had scalability. Really innovative thinking right there. "Teeth. An... interesting idea. Could certainly cause harm, but might be a bit too obviously magical which could potentially violate the Statute of Secrecy." Did the neo-alliance people even cate about the statute? He suspected not. Merlin he felt like such a horrible person. What if the neo-alliance actually used their ideas against muggles? He'd never be able to forgive himself. |
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"HI, we're working together on this." Bernie didn't ask permission for anything, really, and she seldom asked for forgiveness either. But here she was and here THEY were, about to cause some Muggle sabotage. Bernie did not WANT to do this activity, as it went against her good nature and she could see how much it was harming dear old Schmoe to lead this activity, but she also knew that not complying would be much worse. And she couldn't allow MORE consequences to fall on her precious pet of a professor. Tapping her wand in her hand |
It was only when Aboli whispered did Minjae realize she sat next to him. He took his gaze away from The Hoods to look at her and his eyes softened a little. ”Sorry, i was lost in thought, hi” he gave a goofy smile before turning back to look at the front. ”More like lazier” he mumbled under his breath so quietly he was sure that only his seat mate , Aboli, would be able to hear as the professor summoned up that wizard-kind was better, smarter and more efficient than muggles. He watched as Professor Schmoe lifted the box off of the floor and took out several objects. A lamp, hairdryer and a clock. He was curious to know what they were going to do with them but when he heard it his face paled a little. He thought of his mother who frequently used a hairdryer after taking a shower. Just the THOUGHT of brainstorming various methods to inflict harm made him sick. For a moment, the Hufflepuff refused to even grab his notebook. His gaze went to The Hoods again, wondering if they were smiling wickedly right now . They probably were… He sighed and at last he grabbed his notebook and began to brainstorm ways on his own. He wasn’t in the mood for a partner. Quote:
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