Muggle Studies ((All years))

[versnowa]

"All right then," said Robin with a grin. He already had a disguise in mind – but then he realised that what he wanted to be wasn't exactly a muggle occupation. He wanted to be a pirate like he had been in the Halloween Ball, OK, he would choose something related to the sea too – he would be a sailor. First thing was his clothes, easy, that definitely meant Transfiguration. Two swishes and a flick later his robes were a sailor suit, which was white trousers and a white shirt. He removed his tie and turned it into a navy blue scarf like the ones sailors wore and tied it around his neck. With a pat of his wand on his head his wizard's hat was replaced by a small whit one and his costume was finished. Charles had come back, he had gone to the back of the class a minute ago and rummaged around somewhere in a cupboard, but know it looked like he was ready too. Robin realised immediately what Charles had dressed up as and wondered if the younger boy would guess his disguise too.

With a smile Robin pulled a nearby pen and with two waves of his wand and an incantation it was a large sharp knife like the ones chefs used to show off how fast they could cut vegetables. He handed it to Charles and arched an eyebrow at him. "You're a chef. Do you know what I am?" he asked. He wiggled his arm in front of him like a wave, trying to give him a hint.

[Charles Driscoll H7]

Charles frowned for a minute before comprehension dawned on him. He thought he knew what Robin was, but no, he was mistaken because Robin was trying to give him a hint that lead his thoughts in a completely different direction. The sea, what did muggles do on the sea? Sail of course! That was another thing he had heard about but never done himself. He'd heard of cruises and submarines and ships but he hadn’t ever seen one or been outside of Britain. "You’re a sailor!" said Charles jubilantly. He hoped Foxcroft had seen their work and that he might award him some points for Hufflepuff.

[Professor Julius Foxcroft]

Julius eyed the class beadily. It seemed to taking a lot of them time to get into groups and working, what was so difficult about the instructions he had just given them? They should know better than to play about in his class. One person with a lot of creativity though had already done her work. Though he wasn't easily impressed, when he was Julius was generous with his praise and points. "Excellent piece of Transfiguration there, Coran, Professor McGonagall would be proud of you. Ten points to Ravenclaw for the good work and another 10 for finishing off your work before everyone else," he said. "Logton, get a move on. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to guess what Coran has chosen for her disguise," said Julius. "Emerald, Vreeland and Varner, you three can work together. Brown, since Coran is done, you can work with Logton," he continued. He went over to the other who had already also got there work done. "Good work you two, I see you've both tried hard, 10 points to each of your houses."

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[drakeemerald]

Drake had waited long enough for his other partners to begin so instead he began looking through a book of spells to help his change his clothes.

After about 5 minutes of searching through his text he came across a section, which he knew quite well.

He then removed his wand from his robes and muttered a spell.

“Caros.” He said as he was instantly dressed in garments that the text said that muggles called scrubs. They were blue.

After he had finished that he knew that they would be able to get it if he had one more thing, and it was a tool in which he was going to be using.

‘Thermo!” He said as he flicked his wand and a thermometer appeared on his desk.

He held it up.

“So, can you guess what I am?” He asked

[Lavender Brown]

Lavender gazed around the room and watched a few people transforming. There were some good ones, she thought. Suddenly the teacher’s voice resounded around the room and she snapped to attention,
"Well I suppose we should get a move on, Cass. Sorry Sir." Lavender added as an afterthought. She’d had no intentions of being rude. She was really interested in muggle studies and she wanted to do this task well.
"Okay, Cass," she said whipping her wand out and opening the textbook to the chapter in muggle professions, "I'll go first and you can guess what I am." She leaned over the table and flicked through a few pages before she found a profession she was happy with and thought was suitably unusual and stood back from the table,

"Ready?" Lavender asked Cass and without waiting for a reply she raised her wand up above her head, point down. She muttered a few words and her hair was full of hay in an instant. A wide brimmed straw hat appeared on her head and a cluster of flies began buzzing around the whole thing. Next she pointed her wand at her shirt and in an instant it was red and white checked. Lavender did look unusual in her current attire and she couldn't help but laughed at herself, but she wasn't finished yet; she then, muttered, "Denimorus Attireus." Her robes slowly took the shape of a pair of worn, torn, baggy, Denim overalls.
"Ha-ha! One last thing left! Lavender transfigured her shiny petite black school shoes into a pair of clodhopping galoshes which were covered with mud and cow dung. Finally her transformation was complete and Lavender grinned merrily, despite the rather annoying flies circling her cranium.
“Well can you guess, Cass?” Lavender asked her partner with a friendly smile.

[Professor Julius Foxcroft]

"Emerald and Brown, 5 points each," said Julius, seeing they had both changed their appearance as required. "I'm glad to see a lot of you have used your creativity today, and as I said at the beginning of class, such a task would be expected of you if any of you were to work for the Ministry in the future. I'll see you all next week, and till then I trust you will study diligently. The school year is approaching its end and I'm sure you can all do well if you put your mind to it," he said, his eyes looking into those of the students before him as he tried to instill some confidence into them. He picked up his books and made his way back to his office, feeling the time had passed by quickly, and knowing it would only take a few moments back in his office to restore his previous depressed mood. He tried to think of his students instead, and he felt slightly better as he remembered their work today. It had certainly showed him who was keen about his or her work and had some brains and who didn't.