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Muggle Studies Lesson 2: Highly Specific Muggle Objects
OOC: hi friends. welcome to our second ooc lesson of the term. be sure to familiarize yourself with the classroom rules if you haven't already. |
Another day, another class. Kayne was't too thrilled upon entering the classroom at first, because Muggle Studies just wasn't really his thing. He understood it's importance and everything, and the Mordrake boy was by no means bad at this particular subject. It just wasn't really up his alley. He would much rather be learning new spells or practicing old ones. However, his mood changed and his face brightened when he stepped through the door, and that beautiful smell hit his nose. Kayne knew that smell anywhere. Fresh bread. Taking a deep breath in, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief thinking, Maybe, just maybe...today wouldn't be a bad day. Striding over to one of the round tables, Kayne set his bag down and waved at the Professor. "Hello Professor, hope you're day is going well so far." He stated before grabbing one of the pieces from the basket at his table. Taking a chunk off, he couldn't help but munch away at it. And it was absolutely diiiiiviiiine. It literally tasted like heaven if heaven had a taste. |
When Dahlia entered the Muggle Studies classroom she was a bit confused by the simplicity of it all. No campfire. No written instructions on the perfectly clean whiteboard. Instead of desks there were tables. Of course the basket of Healer Poppy's bread which was at every lesson now, the incredibly delicious scent drawing her into further into the room towards it. "Hello, Professor Schmoe," Lia smiled warmly at him just then realizing for the first time that he wasn't fidgeting about like he normally was. Was this cause for concern.. or should she be happy for him? She had grown used to his fidgeting about and it was a little strange seeing him.. just sitting there that way. Could she ask if he was alright? Would that.. be weird? Rather than ask out loud she settled for a what she hoped was a silent questioning look as she took a bit of bread from the basket on his desk. With her bread in hand she went to sit at one of the tables and started to take out her things for the lesson. |
Oh, it smelled like bread in here. Ash wanted some. But also, she didn't. It always gave her a headache to smell them. "Hey Kayne!" She almost went to sit by him, but then she didn't. But then she did again. It looked like ALL of the tables had bread. Ooh, was that bread? Mmm. It smelled so good. Ash picked some bread up... and then abruptly put it back down. "Hey professor... Does the bread have to be here for like the whole entire lesson? Like, even after people already ate some?" She looked at it skeptically. Oh, no. Was Kayne eating the bread??? She had to save him!!! He didn't know what was in that!!! But the bread was so good. Ash let the opportunity slip away. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of bread... |
Daniel was in a foul mood today. Since the moment he had gotten out of bed everything seemed to be going against him. From being late to his first-morning class to getting lost on his way to the Great Hall for lunch. So as he entered the classroom, the boy had a scowl on his face, not even bothering to greet anyone except for the professor who he greeted with a very curt "Professor". As he reached one of the tables and dropped his bag It was only at this time that he regarded the basket of bread on the table and the smell of it was getting to his nose. It smelled delicious but even the bread did not enhance his mood. But he didn't need to be in a good mood to eat so he leaned forward to reach for a piece. |
Kale was more keen on that tuna sandwich than he was all the bread that was suddenly everywhere around school. Look, he was a growing boy. He loved carbs as much as the next Gryffindor, cookies were carbs, y'know, but there was only so much you could eat before you got poorly. So if he stared at that sandwich too long, well sorry teach, you should've put it away. "Sup, Professor?" He got a nod in acknowledgement. Schmoe was the coolest Professor at this school. No contest. And then the sixth year took his seat. It was a shame he was kinda sick of breads cuz it smeeeeeeeeelled fab! |
The Muggle Studies classroom looked relatively mundane today save for the round tables! That was a change. Unsure of the reason why, Lisa slowly walked into the room, expecting something else to jump out at her and then the DELICIOUS SMELL OF BREAD HIT HER RUDELY. It smelled so good…. unfortunately she had just eaten lunch so she shouldn’t have another piece of bread…. she shouldn’t. But would she ? Perhaps. First of al- she’d work on practicing self restraint. “Hi Professor Schmoe!” she greeted her Head of House with a bright smile. All thoughts of him being a dark wizard had almost left her mind completely. OH! She did have a question. “Can I come to your office afterwards? I have some questions…” Mostly all pertaining to a pillow fight extravaganza event in the common room. She waved to a couple of her classmates before finding a seat. Lisa slid into an open seat at Daniel’s table and then smiled at him. “Hey.” She pulled out a textbook from her bag and slid it to her friend. She had been taking some notes on… the thing that Alfie, him, and her had been discussing. “Had some ideas….” She began to speak before doing a double take. Wait. He looked different…. Perhaps shorter than before but she really couldn’t tell. She felt like she was finally starting to catch up in height to her peers. Maybe 12 would be the age for her! Speaking of ages….. Just when was Daniel’s birthday? “Random question, friend…. Umm.. When’s your birthday?” |
Kayne was just sitting at the table, waiting for class to start; when out of the blue, he had heard a familiar voice call out his name. Turning around to see who it was, his eyes lit up even more as he saw who was standing there. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Queen of the Swamp. Lovely to see you again Ash!" Kayne quickly waved her over to his table for her to join him. Surely, she wanted some bread too? Moving his bag off from the chair next to him, he patted the seat twice to let her know that it was now hers. "You have to try this bread if you haven't already, it is heavenly!" The Mordrake boy remarked, grabbing another piece of bread from the bowl for her. Then, he took another bite from his own piece. |
It had been some time since Nem had said a word to anyone who was not the Headsman, or the kids they unofficially tutored here and there. They'd hardly been counting the days, only knew it had been a while. It wasn't unheard of for them to have times of briefly lapsing into what might have been perceived as an uncharacteristic quiet, but nothing quite so sustained nor foreboding as this silence. Maybe foreboding. Hard to say. The Noodle might have said so. Point was, when they entered the Muggle Studies classroom, they continued the trend of not offering a greeting of any kind, only took a seat at an as-yet-unclaimed table at the back of the room, so that their back was to the corner of the room. After a pause, they wordlessly Banished the basket of bread to another table. Magic wasn't ~allowed~ in the Noodle's classroom, but Nem found they did not care to even feign an interest in rules right now. They were here, weren't they? That was plenty. |
This school term in particular had seen Claudine gaining a much greater appreciation for Muggle Studies. This in turn had a trickle down effect on her fondness for Schmoe. For those reasons, she was looking forward to today’s lesson even more. The bread was the bonus. The moment Claudine came close enough to the classroom’s door, she sniffed the baked treat out. “Hi, Professor. Don’t forget to finish your lunch.” Giving him an un-Claudine - like beam, she went off to find a place to sit. Her attention was caught by Daniel and Lisa first. Heading for their table, she waved to Ashley then sat herself down next to the second person in her life who was obsessed with Star Wars. “Hi, Daniel. Hi, Lisa.” The Snakette reached for a piece of cinnamon bread to nibble on while she waited for things to get under way. |
Nem--like it or not, you've got company Quote:
Looking around, she saw that every table had a basket of bread on it--Violet didn't think she could concentrate with that smell right under her nose. The only table without a basket was in the back of the room and there was only one other person seated at it--Nemesis Upstead. Violet wasn't sure which she distrusted more, Nem or Healer Poppy's bread. But she couldn't possibly spend an hour with that smell right under her nose, so she walked slowly to the back of the room and seated herself on the other side of the table from Nemesis without saying a word. |
Walking into the classroom Tadhg lokked a big confused by how the classroom was, what happened to the outdoorish theme that was usually here or so? It looked plain and boring which made him wrinkle his nose at bit, but quickly faded at the sight of Healer Poppy's bread. Don't mind if he did, he loved her bread it was so warm and yummy! Taking a few pieces he started munching on it. " Hello Professor sir, hope you're well." Seeing Lia he smiled and sat down beside her eating his bread humming 'Hakuna Matata' softly to himself. "Hey Bubbles." Getting his stuff out he set it down on the table excited about this lesson, coming from a Pureblood family he wanted to learn all about muggle stuff. Besides he knew there was going to be times that he couldn't always count on magic to do everything, so he wanted to do things the muggle way. Sitting besides Lia he went back to eating his banana bread his favorite of Healer Poppy's. |
Remy floated into the Muggle Studies classroom, much like the smell of gorgeous bread gliding through the air. It was beckoning her, but she wasn't sure if she could stomach any more food at the moment, since she had already had a pretty hearty breakfast. The smell was still enough to give her a sense of calm, though. It felt ghhhuuuuuddd... As she sat close to the front of the class, her senses were interrupted by a smell of... tuna fish? Remy made a face of disgust and decided to quickly move away from the professors desk before class started. Soon enough, the smell of Healer Poppy's famous bread took over again. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh......... tranquillity. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed." Uuhhhh.... "SCHMOE. Professor Schmoe. Merlin knows why I said Flamsteed, sorry, sir." She certainly she wasn't thinking of anyone by that name, nope. |
I...I'm sorry XD Stop trying to make the bread happen. It was never going to happen. At least not for this Gryffindor. In fact, every time he entered a classroom and saw his peers holding pieces of it ... he just wanted to swat it out of all of their hands. Maybe even jump up and down all over it. Even if he had zero tangible evidence that there was anything wrong with the bread, he still did not trust it. In fact, he was about ready to protest it being a distraction to his education with it being around all the time and then people passing and tearing it up before and during lessons. Just...STOP TRYING TO MAKE BREAD HAPPEN! Anyway, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyypassing the bread entirely as usual, Atlas made his way into the Muggle Studies classroom and surveyed the rest of the space and tried not to glare at the bread too hard. Maybe if he told the professor he was allergic to gluten and found the presence of bread offensive it could stop showing up. Also, tuna was a pretty potent smell, professor. There were just entirely too many aromas going on here and that was without taking the teenage perspiration into account. Eyeballing the sandwich and then the baskets of bread and then the professor himself, Atlas made his way over towards one of the tables with a simple scrutinizing smile in the man's direction before heading towards the same table as Remy...so he heard that entire little name slip up and his bag fell to the floor with a dull THUD. DID REMY KNOW SOMETHING HE DIDN'T KNOW?! HAD AUNTIE JUNE AND PROFESSOR SCHMOE GOTTEN HITCHED AND SOMEHOW ATLAS HAD NOT KNOWN?! It would not be the first engagement and marriage in the Flamsteed family this year since there was Uncle Andrei's coming up in April. He still hadn't even gotten Auntie June to admit that there was a thing going on! Not that he was jumping to conclusions about anything or anything. "You know, just because they are sweet on each other doesn't mean one of them has to take the other's name," he informed his fellow Gryffindor with a sturdy nod before he crouched down to pick up his bag and then slipped into the seat beside her. "Professor Schmoe and Aun---Professot Flamsteed, I mean. I saw the public display of affection myself." |
Xd Nuuuuooooo… not Atlas creeping up when he was not needed. The bag drop made Remy JUMP, totally interrupting the ZEN feeling she was enjoying. She liked his company, of course, but now was not a good time. It was news to Remy that Professor Schmoe and Professor Flamsteed were ‘sweet on each other’, but she could use this to her advantage to avoid any awkward situations. Thankfully, Atlas seemed oblivious to anything else. “Ooops, I am sooo stupid.” She smacked her head gently and tried a cutesy, ditsy smile. “They’d make a cute couple, though, I reckon.” Remy made sure she whispered the last part so the muggle studies Professor couldn’t hear. It sounded like a conversation that would land these two Gryffindors in detention. Truthfully, it was an opinion that she had never thought about at any time until right now. A public display of affection??! “Huuuuhh?? Do you think they are actually…?” You know - A THING? It was a good thing Remy had moved seats closer to the back, after all. |
Heath stepped into the muggle studies classroom to see nothing out of the ordinary, which, considering Professor Schmoe, was weird in and of itself. Even weirder was the fact that the professor didn't have some random in his hand. Well, unless one counted the sandwich on the man's desk as random, which Heath didn't as it was close to lunchtime. At least he hoped that was the reason for the sandwich and not some lesson on muggle food fights or some other silly and humiliating thing! He looked around the room, unsure whether to be intrigued or concerned by the relative normalcy. More so the former for now, but that could change. "Good afternoon, Professor," he greeted, acknowledging the man with a polite nod as he passed. Dark eyes scanning the tables, Heath saw a vacant seat* at Daniel, Lisa, and Claudine's table and beelined that way. "Hi," he greeted Daniel & Claudine, smiling at each in turn. To Lisa, he said in his best Obi Wan Kenobi voice, "Hello there." It was only after he was settled that he noticed the bread, but having had lunch not long ago, he didn't feel like eating again. Maybe later? |
SPOILER!!: Individual Responses For ...... SOME reason (not to name names - COUGH - Remy and Aries ... oR Atlas - COUGH), Finneas was feeling especially awkward and somewhat out of his element as he moved towards the whiteboard at the front of the room. Was his face still red? Because he was very hot and very sweaty. Hopefully, er, no one would notice. "Er, good afternoon, c-class," he smiled as he reached for a whiteboard marker. "Today we will be-" Huh. That was weird. This marker seemed to be a dud. No woRRIES! Finneas kept extra! "Today we will be speaking ab-" Huh. That was weird PART TWO. This second marker seemed to be out too. Er. He turned towards the class again and offered them an apologetic look (though, er, combined with his tuna-red face and forehead sweat situation... who knows what he looked like!). "Er. One moment, I er, I need to fetch some markers from the storage cupboard." He schmoezied his way over, opening the door carefully. But. Er. Not carefully enough, it seemed ... Because as soon as he opened the door, an AVALANCHE of muggle gadgets and gizmos fell down upon him, showering Finneas Schmoe in the largest stuff spillage that the muggle studies classroom has seen in YEARS. The worst part? How would he find the markers now!? "Could everyone lend a hand please?" Things and stuff galore! Legos EVERYWHERE. Yoyos? Out the wazoo! Stuffed animals. Toy cars. Calculators. YOU NAME IT! "I could, er, I could use some help to get this under control and errrr. For our first activity, I would. Er. I would appreciate some assistance. If anyone sees a box of markers, please... Let me know!" OOC: Sorry for the delay, but big thank you for the patience! |
Claudine had just finished setting her books and pen on the table {and finished eating a bit of bread} when Heath arrived. “Hi, you,’’ was her enthusiastic greeting. She couldn’t help but smile as Lisa got a special greeting though she hadn’t figured out right then whose voice heath had momentarily adopted. Obviously those two Ravenclaws had bonded. Wow. Didn’t poor Schmoe look so uncomfortable. Claudine felt sorry for him and hoped that as the lesson progressed, he’d be back to his awkward self. There was more pity from her as consecutive markers turned out to be duds. Things didn’t seem to be going Schmoe’s way at present. Then things went from bad to worst. Claudine sat there gaping in concern for a second. The man hadn’t been conked in the head, had he? “Guess we should help him,’’ she told the other three at her table. As she wove her way through the sea of contraptions, she managed to step on a toy car that made her stumble and almost break her pretty young neck. “Not hurt, are you, professor?’’ Maybe his pride was but whatever. Claudine was referring to physical injuries. She scooped up the car she’d stepped on before eyeing Schmoe. “Shouldn’t we organise these in some way?’’ Just stuffing them higgedly piggedly into a cupboard was clearly not a good idea. |
Sometimes Schmoe's stuttering got on Serena's nerves. But just because she wanted to know what it was that he was going to say, and the man stuttering meant she had to wait that extra second to know. It was okay. Her mum taught her to be kind...polite. It was okay. Yeah, she was in a mood today for sure. The bread on the table just made it worse. Serena has never been a fan of bread. Her thing is ice cream. Also...her gut kept telling her something, but she had no clue why. The only thing that tore Serena's glare away from the bread was the crash of things falling on Schmoe. Uhhh.........? What? The really was THAT clumsy, wasn't he? And disorganized? Maybe he needed some Serena time. She was incredibly organized for a kid her age. With a sigh, the little redhead stood up and went over to the pile of things. "Is your face okay?" she asked the professor. What? He has an adorable face. "Can't you just summon the box?" she added after picking up two LEGO pieces and sticking them together. |
The smile on her face was bright as she got used to the room and it only got brighter as Tadhg sat himself down beside her. All was right in her little world. All was good. She sat herself up nice and straight in her chair as Schmoe began the lesson. His stammering didn't bother her in the slightest. It was something he did on the daily and something she herself did from time to time. All she had to do was relax and wait. What for.. she didn't know. It didn't appear the lesson would be getting very far today without markers. Dahlia almost wanted to laugh. That was until Schmoe went to the storage closet to get the markers and everything inside came crashing down upon him. It was like something from a muggle movie! The Ravenclaw sat there stunned for a split second. "Are you alright, professor?" Rising to her feet she walked over and knelt down to start picking up some of the things that had tumbled across the floor. |
Mentioned Serena O__O Professor Schmoe’s reaction was as bad as expected. She felt pretty bad about it, but it was a genuine mistake. If it was any comfort to the man, Remy’s face was starting to turn a little red, too, after the whole mishap. The blonde bowed her head and rested it in her hand with her elbow on the desk. Her attention snapped right back into the classroom when an avalanche of stuff fell on top of Professor Schmoe. GASP, THE POOR MAN. Before she could react accordingly, Remy glanced to a girl (Serena) who mentioned summoning the markers. “You do know this is a muggle studies class.” Not that magic was banned, but they should at least TRY and act like muggles here, right? Speaking of markers, the Gryffindor thought she had spotted them and sort of lunged herself at the box to get there before anyone else could. Aaaannnnddd… it was just a box of weird, tiny sticks? Matches, it said on the box. Nope, no markers there. Instead, she started to help by picking up the remaining stuff that covered the Professor. |
Ash smiled back at Kayne. "Mr. Vice President." She gave a dramatic bow. She reached for the bread he was giving her and took a bite. EW NO WHAT WAS SHE DOING EW EW EW. She put the bread down. SUSPICIOUS BREAD VERY BAD OH NO. She picked it up again and took another bite. EW NO. And this went on repeatedly. Ash just couldn't help it... until Schmoe opened a closet and had everything fall on him. Ash took advantage of the chaos to sidle up to Upstead. "Nem," she said pleadingly. She even said Nem, so that they'd know that she was being genuine. "Can you vanish the bread from my seat too?" They could even call it even. Please??? Pretty please??? With a cherry on top??? Ash also went up to Schmoe. "Maybe we should make this closet more organized." If Schmoe wasn't so messy, Ash would have called this incident a sabotage. She went over to help pick up. No sign of any markers... just a lot of other stuff. "I will take charge of all the stuffed animals. They can go on this shelf for now." She started picking up stuffed animals and organizing them on one of the upper shelves. Ash was rather good at organizing, as she hated messes but had a tendency to make a lot of them. She would throw all of her things randomly, and then decide about once a week to organize them again. She was accustomed to this sort of thing. |
Was it just her or did Professor Schmoe look...a little ill? Or maybe just hungry, she thought as she munched on a piece of bread from her table. She... noticed the tumbling of cupboard things but didn't much mind the distraction from learning something she probably already knew. With a contented sigh, she slid out of her seat and went to help Ash with the stuffed animals, gathering as many as she could hold in a biiiiiiiig hug. Another happy sigh, and she squeezed the stuffed animals tightly and carried them to the cabinet. It was then she realized...she was holding too many? If she tried to put them one by one on the shelf, she'd drop all the rest. |
Taking another bite of the oh-so-yummy-delisioucness-now-in-his-tummy bread, Kayne almost choked as he just couldn't help but watch while a hoarse of objects basically dogpiled on top of the professor. Trying his best to stifle laughter, the boy even tried to hold his hand over his mouth in order for it to not come out. Even that didn't necessarily work out, it just muffled the noise. It wasn't directed at Schmoe, it was because the chaotic nature of the whole situation that had laid out before his very eyes. Why didn't I think of doing something like that. That would have made for an excellent prank, and Kayne had taken a mental note about it for later. Most of his pranks were starting to get a bit old. Gaze turning back to Ash, he got up from his seat and returned an even more dramatic bow back towards her. "Looks like we have our next mission." Kayne said jokingly. A slight eye roll happened as one of the other students, (Remy), suggested that it was more optimal if they didn't use magic in this situation. Kayne could understand why it was said, but that would just take so much time and effort. Never really one to just go with the flow of things, the Mordrake heir grabbed his wand and said "Accio markers." Swiftly, some markers flew into the boy's hand. But it wasn't the box the professor was talking about...it was the duds...with a loud exasperated sigh, Kayne peered down at the markers and mumbled "Whatever, be that way." and graciously carried them back and placed them upon the Professor's desk. Joining the others at the pile, Kayne started to help them out sort through all the fallen stuff; doing so with extreme care to make sure he didn't chip one of his nails. The boy dug out some toy cars and slid them to one side. Welp, this is gonna take forever. |
"The second of June" Daniel replied to Lisa's question regarding his birthday before he looked down at the textbook that she slid towards him. "After class" he said because it was at this moment that Claudine and Heath had joined their table. And although he knew Claudine a little bit he wasn't sure if she would appreciate their little quest to sneak inside of the restricted section in the Library. As class began, Daniel leaned back in his seat and continued to eat the bread as the Professor tried to write on the whiteboard but couldn't. It was pretty normal for markers to stop working so he didn't think anything of it and instead watched as the man walked over to the storage cupboard. The avalanche of muggle gadgets that came next was not what he had expected but it did crack a small smirk on the Hufflepuff's face. He always had a feeling that this professor was odd but it was funny to find out that he was also clumsy. While some of the students did help the professor out, Daniel saw one of the Yoyos roll his way. Shifting his body, the first year stopped the toy with his foot and crouched down to pick it up before putting it in his pocket. Helping out? lol what's that? |
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