[Muggle St] T2:L3- Ministry dealings with Muggles

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin slouched in his large comfortable armchair at the front of the classroom. His eyes drooped as he awaited the pupils, glancing at his old fob watch he saw they had plenty of time to appear yet. Sniffing as his stomach growled he muttered under his breath
"where's me bloody dinner?" Having skipped lunch to escape the pupils he was now starving which didn't much help his mood, though surprisingly thus far in the day the students had gotten off lightly even recieving some points and not a single detention, wondering if he had got out the wrong side of the bed, he looked up as the first pupil entered, not a single detention? I must change that he thought.


Gryffindor: +40
Hufflepuff: +55
Ravenclaw: +10
Slytherin: +25
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[Ariane Winchester]

Ariane walked in nervously, if hse had heard correctly this teacher wasn't the nicest of the bunch at Hogwarts. Btu she held her head up high and sucked it up. No matter what I will make this term a good one, regardless of what some teacher decides to say she nodded her head triumphantly, yet subtly. She slipped into a desk three rows from the front and the decond one in. She looked up expectantly at the chalk board, seeing the words ' Ministry Dealings With Muggles" scrawled across it.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Grimacing as his first pupil entered the room, he grumbled under his breath wishing his dinner would appear rather than a smarmy pupil. Glaring at her to show his immediate dislike, he stayed resolutely sat in his armchair; not wishing to move a muscle if he could help it.
"Not very courteous and welcoming are ye?" he shouted "be Gods they can't even greet their teachers now," he muttered. They seemingly hadn't learnt any manners over their summer break neither. Sitting with his palms in his lap he stubbornly ignored his pupil who still hadn't replied, perhaps she's heard of me he thought happily his spirits lifting slightly, must be too scared to even squeak. Closing his eyes he awaited the arrival of more pupils.

[Ariane Winchester]

Ariane raised her eyebrows "I surmised you wished for quiet." she said calmly, relizing he was trying to get a rise out of her. "I'm sorry if you think I was being rude." she bit her tongue as she longed to spit out But you're just a crabbity old man so what do I care?. Her sharp mouth had already gotten herslef into trouble and with this guy she didn't want to take any chances.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

"Oh Lord I'm soo sorry," he said in a mock apologetic voice, thoroughly wishing to patronise the little girl. He took a mental note of her raised eyebrows that he of course had noticed wanting to nail her for that distasteful expression.
"did I upset little miss smarmy?" He snarled dropping the act within moments "You surmised did you? Pah" Rubbing his hands together with glee he awaited her next retort, as there would almost certainly be one coming.
"but your apology is accepted, begrudgingly mind, you should have bought food," he muttered sorrowfully as his stomach growled impatiently. He fell silent and began to muse on what delights the coming lesson would bring, "a very topical issue," he murmered not realising nor caring that he could be heard without use of extendable ears nor even straining one's ears. Drumming his fingers upon the arm of his ancient chair he continued muttering now inaudibly.

[Ariane Winchester]

Ariane couldn't help but laugh."Why would you upset me?" she said, cursing her mouth, always a step ahead of her brain "I do have food... but of course you wouldn't want any from a lowly student like myself" she couldn't keep the biting sarcasim from her voice. SHe reached into her back and pulled out a blueberry muffin in a ziplock bag. She put it back in her bag " Oh well. Such a shame" she sighed

[lauraaddison]

Sophie entered the classroom, 'Sorry i'm late sir, i'm trying to get used to this place again, it's so much bigger then i remember'. She stopped as she realised that she'd entered at a bad time. Silently she went to a table and pulled out a chair to sit down on.

[Ariane Winchester]

Ariane looked up at the Slytherin who had entered. Short, snappy retorts still bounced around in her mind os she didn't have time to say something mean. She turned bakc to the Proffesser, with elevated eyebrows and a questioning face. 'Just how hungry are you?"

[Girty Hubbles]

With a rather gleeful smile on her face Girt walked towards the Muggle Studies room. She must have been one of the only people who did this as Fagin was not the nicest of people, but there was something about him Girty liked. Maybe it was his random behaviour and sarcastic remarks. However she never liked being on the end of them.

When she entered the classroom there he was sitting at the front of the class with two other pupils. Giving him a small nod of her head Girty walked towards her normal table and started to place her stuff on the table. As she glanced up at the board she saw what they were doing today. Then she heard what the other Hufflepuff had to say, with a smile Girty looked over at Fagin.

“Your hungry sir? I did find it strange how you were not at the staff table at dinner.”

[Dean Winchester]

Dean walked into the Muggle Studies room and sighed, immediatly seeing Ariane's clenched hands and feirce stance. Already following in my footsteps he smiled and sat down beside her. "Calm down Airy." he muttered. "This guy might be more than you can handle." he squeezed her elbow lightly.

[Ariane Winchester]

Ariane felt the anger slowly start to simmer as her brothers hand pinched her elbow. She pulled the muffin out of her bagf and levetated it to the Proffesser "Here, have it" she said half-heartedly. "Happy?" she muttered under her breath to Dean. "You got me outta the ring now move! I'm no a little child, I don't need a babysitter!"

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin had day dreamed for a moment; anything was better than this rabble droning on and on. Stomach growling strongly he had of course been thinking of a lovely big feast, but he had still listened partly to their drivel giving him the perfect excuse to come down like a ton of bricks upon them. Chuckling evily he swiped the muffin out of the air even forgetting his manners as he tucked in with a gusto, it was a half-decent muffin too, though it disappeared down his gullet far too quickly, belching softly he murmered a "thanks," then roared "silence!" Enjoying the echoe of his voice resounding around the cramped classroom, ah how lovely he thought I love a good shout. Jumping suddenly to his feet and hoping one of the girls, or even better the boy would give a scream he banged his fist upon the table grimacing as pain shot through his hand, though it had been worth it for the remarkable effect, he shot an evil galnce at each student in turn seeing how long they could return it.
Chuckling as they all failed the test, one which was impossible to succeed in as he would always find a fault somehow he said
"I will have no bickering in this class, so immature" he said in a patronising manner. Wanting more pupils to torment he thought of waiting a moment but his want to finish the lesson and wolf down some more food overpowered his usual urge to depress the pupils.
"Muggles have been treated infernally by the Ministry of Magic for centuries" he said slipping into his semi-interesting lecturing tone "so declares various textbooks which I'm certain none of you have read as you should have, but we are going to examine this claim, does anybody here have first hand experience of such acts? Any muggle relatives or previous knowledge?" He asked knowing the answer would undoubtedly be no. Seeing nobody raise their hand instantly and wanting to lay into them all he shouted exasperatedly "anybody got a brain here?"

[Ian Gray]

The door creaked open and Ian peered through the slit, making a face. He searched the classroom for Loren a bit nervously, before letting out a relieved sigh noticing she wasn't there yet either.

They had agreed to meet outside the classroom and go in together, as Ian wanted to discuss the forest underground once more, but he had failed to wake up from one of his horribly-timed naps. As he was extremely late, he closed the door again with a soft click, and waited for Loren to appear.

Going in late to that particular class alone didn't seem very wise.

[Loren Hayes]

This time Loren had made sure she was early. Lately she had managed to get into the bad books of all her teachers except Professor Black, and this time round she was going to make sure there was not a single reason for Professor Fagin to take points from Ravenclaw.

Rounding the corner into the corridor that the muggle studies classroom was located on, Loren was surprised to see Ian hovering around outside, seemingly not wanting to go in, Of course, she then slapped her forehead, remembering that they had agreed to meet before the lesson started! How long had he been waiting?

'Hey, you alright? Sorry I didn't leave this much time...' Loren apologised with a grimace as she quietly joined him outside. Not going in would probably jeopardise her plan of remaining trouble-free, but right now Ian and their business seemed more important.

[Ian Gray]

Ian turned at the sound of Loren's voice and nodded. "I'm fine, but listen..." He pressed his ear to the door, Fagin's gruff voice easy to catch. It was obvious he had already started the lesson.

"I'm afraid we can't talk now," He said a bit regretfully, his interests still solely on the key. "If we go in any later than now, we'll been in trouble, I suspect."

Straightening up, he placed a hand on the doorknob. "We could meet in the Room of Requirement later, though. I'm sure..." He lowered his voice, even though no one was around. "Felix needs a bit of tending to."

After smiling crookedly, he turned the knob and opened it to step inside.