[Muggle St] T2:2: Muggles and their history

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Seeing his class were really as thick as they did indeed look Fagin sighed heavily. This teaching milarky really wasn't easy and he wondered at times like these why he did it, of course he enjoyed it very much so, but his pupils quite clearly hated him, relishing such thoughts that he could be hated so he chuckled to himself, knowing such random outbursts of laughter would increase their insecurity. They would even think him more mad quite probably. One ravenclaw he had scolded now sat with an unbelievably childish expression of injustice upon her good self upon her face. Seeing she and no others had even put quill to parchment he said calmly and simply
"if I don't get answers then a lunctime detention will be forthcoming for you all,"
though he enjoyed the groans the latest threat produced he knew that they probably were quite incapable of answering.
"You really are quite thick aren't you? Well no lookout for me, I fear for your futures though. Come on people! Why did muggles use a noose? What is a noose? Is it a type of food or animal? Do they still use a noose? Tell me what you know otherwise I cannot help you."

(ooc remember if you're character is a pureblood they probably won't know much about muggles at all)

[Emily Leets]

Emily raised her hand again, reminding herself not to stutter this time. She really felt quite dumb, after all, she was Muggle-born, but she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around why Muggles would use the noose. She wanted to say because it created no bloodshed, but that couldn't be it. For now, she sat silently, waiting to answer.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Nodding curtly almost too annoyed to speak with this exasperating child he decided to put her firmly into her rightful place by shouting
"just bloody speak girl! Don't raise yer hand," he ground his teeth in frustration but realised it had taken a lot for the poor child to even have raised her hand. Rolling his eyes he grated
"muggles using a noose, come on."

[Emily Leets]

"A noose is like a long rope tied into a re-sizable circle. They tie the end without the circle to a top of a wooden board thing...anyways it's all connected to this wooden platform. Sometimes the platform is pulled out from under the victim's feet, and they're left to hang. Other times they have an executioner that pulls the rope, which tightens the circle at the other end, which is around the victim's neck."

Emily paused, and continued.

"I don't believe they still use the noose, and if they do, it's very uncommon."

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin's eyes grew wider as the stuttering girl actually gave a half-decent answer. Clapping his hands in mock applause he forced himself to admit
"that was concise and factuel, 10 points to Ravenclaw is it?"
"Good job, but you seem to only know the muggle side, don't you know the magical historical side to Derrick Gorb's legend?"

[James McFinnigan]

"Hashujblagabawolf!" Shouted Fin as he suddenly awoke in his seat. He looked around to see where he was, and was unpleasently suprised to see that he had fallen asleep in Prof. Fagin's class. Fin's eyes darted left to right, searching for his teacher, and waiting to be punished.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Startled as a lad he had noticed, who had slept soundly at the back of his classroom the entire time, awoke with a shout of garbled rubbish. He wondered what the world was coming too and rounded on him, eyes blazing.
"What was that gibberish? No matter, 20 points from your hosue for sleeping in this class, it's intolerable. This subject is just so interesting, how could you fall asleep?" he asked incredulously and mockingly he knew his class wasn't the most rivetting, but he didn't expect thick children to understand the intricacies of the muggle world.
"Then you even disrupt my lesson, the audacity or rather stupidity, astounds me." he cried.
"Perhaps next lesson will be more favourable and interesting due to the current issues here in our very own hogwarts; Ministry dealings with Muggles. I somehow doubt you'll be any better, but do please prove me wrong." He said laughing.
"Class dismissed, and good riddance to the lot of ya, I want that essay on my desk first thing next lesson, there will be no excuses. I'll be expecting you." He watched amused as his class scrambled away, none of them had the sense to ask him for his help, or to take the textbook in which lay all the answers. Shaking his head and laughing with mirth he took his pipe from his desk drawer and lit it, savouring the smoky air.