[Gryffindor + Ravenclaw] Intro to Muggle Studies

[Alfred F Jones]

Alfred smiles widely as he sees Kida and trots on over. "Hiya! 'Member me?" He felt he had to ask that since the older boy had pitched a fit about being forgotten. Though he had to admit, they had a lot in common, especially when it comes to jokes. He was SO right in picking this guy as his sidekick. "Um, am I in the right classroom, Kida?" ((Pfft, no honorifics for this kid. I love being American..))

[turntechgodhead]

Dave strode into the classroom, having cut it a little too close to being late. Technically, there was no need for him to take Muggle Studies; his main goal was to have an easy class, but the chance to flummox the professor with awkward questions or feed false information to first years was an additional bonus.

He had to admit, this class looked like it might be more of a challenge than it had been before. Between the Hogwarts house-elves and his tendency to subsist on frozen meals or takeout at home, the sum total of his cooking knowledge was how to operate a microwave. The array of food laid out was a good sign, though; he had no problem with eating food. Dave took a seat in the front row, took out his ironic notebook and pen that he reserved for Muggle Studies, and sat back in his seat, curious as to what the class would be like.

[Remy Fournier]

[[ Pfwaaah, sorry for the delay everyone. Life... it sort of ate me. By the way, the "boring students" are just random NPC folks to fill out the regular class size. Think of them as cardboard cutouts in robes.
Let's get this started! ]]

Remy looked up at the clock once more, and noticed the hand ticking to the proper place. Not sure if Hogwarts had some sort of bell or other universal timekeeper, he chose to signal the start of class in a different way. Transforming from his rat form, it almost appeared as if the professor were rising from behind the podium... It took him a moment, and the bell sounded (and a student zoomed in) as he was busy with the transformation and straightening his robes. Had any of these students been muggles, they probably would have been shocked at his sudden emergence. Then again, there would be absolutely no reason for them to be at Hogwarts, let alone this classroom, if that were the case.

"Good morning, everyone!" he said rather loudly in a confident tone, the light French accent almost completely buried beneath beaming enthusiasm. He rubbed his hands together, glancing at a few of the students' faces. "Anyone who doesn't have a seat, go ahead and grab one. There's still plenty of room in the first row. You're all Gryffindors and Ravenclaws here, so I'm guessing you have the right class... So! Welcome to Muggle Studies! You guys are in for a great time this year! We'll get to introductions and a basic overview in just a moment. Now, did anyone help themselves to a serving of.... of... Where did it all go!?" Remy's eyes snapped to the table where the bruschetta was sitting before... A couple of servings seemed to be missing, despite the fact that he hadn't seen anyone grabbing any before he went up to the podium. There wouldn't be enough for everyone now! Curse his exact numbers!

When he looked around the room for a culprit, he spotted Amitola lounging in her desk in the second row, eating multiple pieces of the food. He made a mental note to speak with her after class, and tried his best to keep the frustration out of his voice as he continued on. Of course, that attempt didn't go over very well; anger came fairly easily to this particular wizard.

"It looks like some people," he cut a brief, angry glare at Miss Rainbow-Dash, "might have missed breakfast and taken more than their share of the muggle hors d'oeuvre that I prepared for you all. So a couple of you who won't be getting a piece can stop by my office for a special treat later on, alright?" With that, he walked over to the table, picked up a few plates, and carried them over to a few of the more boring students' desks. "Let's see... With the absences and tardies, it looks like two of you will be missing out this morning. Any volunteers?"

He'd intended for the food to be a much simpler form of introduction... But now it seemed to be taking more time than he thought. And the clock was ticking! In the interest of making up for the few lost seconds, Remy decided that the first two who raised their hands would be invited to the office later for the treat.

[turntechgodhead]

Dave watched the situation with his usual disinterest, but the professor's comment about a "special treat" caught his attention. He felt slightly guilty about teasing him since he already seemed pretty upset, but he just couldn't let an opening like that get away.

"What kind of 'special treat' are you talking about?" he asked, raising his hand as he did so, but not waiting to be called on. "If that's supposed to be some kind of come-on, sorry, but I have a strict no-teacher-shagging policy. Pretty sure the Headmaster does, too, actually."

[Remy Fournier]

As he was busy passing out food, Remy took a moment to register Dave's comment. Luckily, he had just put his last plate down and was going to get another armful when the realization hit him.

"Wh... What? Shagging? .... You mean-!? NO!" Remy seemed more than a bit taken aback, his voice turning immediately into a frantic, hoarse squeak. "No! No, I meant food! Food! Not... EUGH!" He couldn't help but shake his head furiously, physically shuddering at the thought of performing such actions on a student. After a second he calmed himself, and managed a smile. Even though his face was red with embarrassment now, the teasing had managed to make him forget about the brushcetta fiasco. "Ha ha. Just to clarify, everyone, I'm not... You'd be getting a muggle dessert. Not... anything like that!" After he was done addressing the class with the correction, he lowered his voice just a bit and looked at Dave personally.

"Very funny. What's your name?" Remy asked, glancing back and forth between the young man and the table as he went to get a few more servings to hand out.

[turntechgodhead]

"Dave Strider," said he, secretly pleased at the reaction he had managed to provoke.

[Belle~Ambroise]

Belle watched the scene play out amused and unamused at the same time. The joke was funny, but disrespecting the teacher was rude. She closed her book with a gentle snap and slid it into her shoulder bag at her feet as the teacher walked around the classroom.

[Masaomi Kida]

Masaomi instantly recognized the boy as the one who sat with him during the start of term feast and turned his head to that direction. "Oh hey, yeah I remember you" He replied, in a tone that suggested he didn't wanna be rude, but he'd much rather continue chatting with the second year. "And that depends, I don't have a single clue where this is~" he continued nonchalantly.

And as if an answer to his call the teacher appeared before them in the same spot the little rat was just moments before and began his introduction. So this class was muggle studies, huh? Masaomi couldn't help but grin to himself. Not only was Belle-chan in this class, but he could get an O easy. Those where the only reasons he needed. Plus, ya know, boredom. He tended to do stupid things when bored. Huh, maybe we'll get to use the internet....

"Hey Sensei~!" He leaned forward in his chair and rose his hand up high in the air.

[susan]

Amitola couldn't help but burst out laughing at the events around her, completely oblivious to the professor's distaste for her actions. She glanced back at Dave, making a mental note to befriend this awesome individual. Just as she took a breath to make a comment to him, Masaomi piped up. Hoping that he would continue the joke, she held her tongue. Practical jokes were just too epic to interrupt.

[Jim Hawkins]

Jim was obviously late for class, he couldn’t quite figure his way out around the school yet. He didn’t particularly have any reason to be worried, the scheduling was very loose at the beginning of the year. He slid into the classroom and took a seat in the back row, sliding his book bag off his arm and onto the floor beside his desk. He ran his fingers through his bangs, slouched back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
The scent of the room finally caught up to him. It slightly reminded him of his mom’s cooking, but it smelled even better. He realized that the teacher was passing out food, and he hoped that he hadn’t spotted him scoot in.

[Mac McCracken]

"I'm can't believe I'm late for my first Muggle Studies class!" Mac groaned to himself. He ran through the corridors, sliding his way around any students who apparently didn't have class right then, and finally found himself in front of the classroom door. Carefully opening it to make sure it didn't squeak or anything, silently hoping the teacher was distracted and wouldn't notice him, he slipped in. Immediately, the smell of a home-cooked meal reached his nose, and he breathed deeply. It smelled so much better than anything he had made at home. Mac slid into an available back seat, right next to a Gryffindor boy who seemed perfectly at ease in the new class. On top of being late, now that he was in the back row, all hope of being able to see the board and teacher over his fellow students' heads was completely gone. He muttered something about cursing Coco, his owl, when he got out of here, for it was her fault he was late.

[Jim Hawkins]

“Looks like I’m not the only one who was a bit late.” Jim remarked in a low voice to the boy who slid in after him. He recognized that it was Mac, whom he had met in an earlier class. Guess we have two classes together. He said to himself, Perhaps it would be a good idea to keep in touch with this guy… for schoolwork’s sake…. “Did you get into a fight with a hawk,” He said regarding the tears and scratches along Mac’s arm, “Or did your sketches decide to come to life and attack you?” he said sarcastically. Jim had tried to be friendly, but he couldn’t resist the opening to badger someone; it was probably just his personality.

[Mac McCracken]

When the boy next to him spoke, Mac recognized him as Jim from his DADA class. He should have expected it, of course, what with this class being for Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. By his comment, he caught on that Jim had also been late, arriving only a few moments before Mac himself had. Jim seemed to be a bit more talkative than earlier, so it threw him off a little, but he brushed the feeling aside. He laughed quietly at Jim's sarcastic comment; Mac knew Jim was probably trying to tease him, but he didn't know how almost right he was, although that wasn't exactly the reason for his lateness this time. "No, no, my owl did this actually. I gave Coco a piece of chocolate and she got mad at me for not having more. She should know by now that one piece is rare enough," he added quickly, slightly to himself.

[Remy Fournier]

"Dave." Remy acknowledged Dave's name with a nod. "Got it. That's one I won't be forgetting." Behind the flustered smile, Remy was still seething just a little. But it was just one of those things he had to let go, like his dad's racism or his brother's refusal to see the difference between real food and crud.

With a blink, he turned briefly toward Masaomi. Well, the boy had raised his hand... He must have been addressing him, right? "Uhm, yes? 'Sensei?' Does that mean professor?" Ears still open for the blonde Gryffindor's reply, he continued to pass out the plates in the interest of saving time. A slice of bruschetta onto Jim's desk almost as soon as he slid into it. The two who had just walked in weren't obscenely late, and so he decided not to comment on it.

[Mac McCracken]

It took him a moment to figure out what was going on in the classroom, but it appeared as if there had been some trouble between Professor Fournier and whoever this Dave student was. The professor placed a plate of bruschetta on Jim's desk, and didn't comment on their tardiness. Maybe he was going to overlook it. Mac glanced at the bruschetta. It looked delicious. Lunch wasn't for another few hours, and he was already starting to get hungry just by smelling the homemade food. But he also didn't want to reach across Jim and grap a piece; it wasn't polite. He stared at it hungrily as he whispered, "Can I have a piece?"