Class #5: H&S / 4&5

[Professor Charity Burbage]

INTRODUCTION[/u]
Group #1: Hufflepuff Fourth and Fifth Years
Group #2: Slytherin Fourth and Fifth Years
Discussion: Potato Lights

Today was always an interesting day in Charity’s classroom. She herself could remember the same lesson taught by her Muggle Studies instructor, Professor Wigglenut, fifteen years before. Even back then she was fascinated by how muggles lived. Her father was a muggle, but she lived with her mother, a witch. Their differences were detrimental to their relationship, but Charity knew it didn’t have to be that way. Although her passion was international relations – specifically, how magical world leaders dealt with their muggle counterparts – she truly enjoyed teaching at Hogwarts. Although she always hoped it would be more of a skipping stone to a different position, with the Ministry of Magic, she wasn’t entirely sure how well that would work out… considering recent events. A slight frown formed across her face, just as the bell rang; she snapped out of it, glancing up at her students, all with rather confused looks on their faces. A smile crept across the corner of her lips. ”Good morning,” she said, standing from her desk and coming around, leaning against it. ”I trust you all remember at least a little of our lesson from the last class, about electricity.” The looks in some students eyes seemed to register what she was talking about, others just stared blankly. Ah, well, for their sakes, she hoped they’d remember. She grinned, raising her eyebrows. ”So can anyone tell me why the hell you have potatoes, nails, and wires on your desks?”

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[Emmeline Vance]

There were a lot of people that questioned what on earth Emme was doing taking Muggle Studies, since she came from a muggle family, even though she was technically a pureblood, but there was something totally different about living a mostly muggle life, and studying it from a wizard's perspective. And she wouldn't really admit it to anybody else, but it was also an easy grade, since she had the advantage of knowing far more than most people in her class did. Anyway, it was an okay class, really, and sometimes even fun. It really was amusing to watch purebloods who'd never seen a telephone in their life attempt to understand how you could talk to someone through an apparatus. Emme slid into her seat and organized her stuff neatly on her desk while she waited for the bell to ring, looking up at Professor Burbage once she called the class to attention and nodded to herself as she took out her notes from the previous class about electricity. In theory, she understood everything, but as she stared at the potato in front of her and back to the teacher with question marks in her eyes, she wondered what on earth she'd been missing from her world, and quickly dipped her face and waited for somebody else to answer the question, pretending she was pulling something out from her bag.

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