fandomhigh | DADA for Muggles [Wednesday, September 9, 5th period]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom today resembled a farmers' market. Under the enchanted sky (today a clear blue), there were bins of various objects: cabbages, sticks, potatoes, and logs.

"Good afternoon, class," Remus said as they entered, the desks shoved to the sides of the classroom. "Today we tackle the problem of camouflaged enemies. Since this is only the second week of class, we're starting you out small. Each of these bins contains both perfectly innocuous objects, and creatures that resemble them. None of them is particularly dangerous -- however, you are all welcome to a pair of gloves, should you feel the need."

He paused, and continued, "While these animals are all from our world, specifically, it is hardly uncommon for creatures, both dark and light, to conceal themselves by masquerading as something else. For instance, most jungle-dwelling large cats have patterns that resemble shadows from their natural environment, so as to blend in all the better and stalk their prey."

"Some modifications can serve defensive purposes," Sirius added. "And some--like a Whomping Willow--" his eyes twinkled at Remus, "--are just ornery." Sirius nodded and gestured at the bins. "In today's exercise, you're looking to differentiate dugbogs from logs, bowtruckles from sticks, gnomes from potatoes and Chinese Chomping Cabbages from, erm, cabbages." He began passing around sheets of parchment breaking down the differences between the various objects.

"And as a final note, next week we will be covering boggarts, which take the form of your greatest fear," Remus added. "If you'd like to be excused from class in advance, do please see Professor Black or myself during our office hours."

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Priestly went to put the thing down, only to discover it was clinging to his oven mitt.

Which lead to some minor flailing as he tried to get it off.

"Let go let go let go let go!"

Effy winced and poked at it with her own gloves, because that wouldn't irritate the thing even more than it already was, or anything...

Maybe it'd help make it fall off, though.

The flailing just made the thing hold on tighter. Which meant claws making their way through the oven mitt. "Owowowowow let go let go --"

The further poking from Effy convinced the thing that perhaps it would be better off elsewhere. It swiped at Priestly one last time, then fell off his mitt back into the bin.

"Ow," said Priestly, pulling his mitted, scratched hand towards his chest. "Little fucker."

"... You alright?" Effy dropped her gloves by the bin. So not touching those scratchy little things again.

"Assuming I don't get cat scratch fever. . . ." Priestly tugged off the mitt and looked at the small, raised red marks across his skin. "I think I'll be fine."

"I don't think there's much chance of that." Given, you know, magical stick creatures, not cats. "Just stick a plaster on, or something."

Priestly frowned. "Why would I want to put plaster on it?"

It took a second, and Effy shook her head. "A band-aid?" Oh, the trials of being British.

"See, now that makes more sense. Not like my hand is broken or anything."

Ah, the joys of being a clueless California boy.

"I didn't think it was," Effy assured him with a slight roll of her eyes. "You'd have to be really weirdly delicate." Because, come on, it was a twig. With eyes, but still essentially a twig.

"Hey, for all I know, where you come from guys are weirdly delicate."

"Not quite." Well, some of them might be, just not the ones Effy tended to associate with.

"But we do call Band-Aid's plasters." Educating him for future British encounters! Wasn't she helpful?

"So what do you call the stuff you make casts out of?"

"Still call it plaster," she replied with a slight smile. "Somehow we manage to differentiate anyway."

"You people are weird," Priestly declared cheerfully.

Effy just shrugged, not denying it at the slightest. "So are you."

Priestly nodded. "Yeah, probably."

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