Teach 247.

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[Congratulations Muggle Studies students. You have Professor A.J Crowley to teach you the finer things about the world of muggles. He has his journal open on his desk, into which he dictates into as he wheels into the classroom an old TV and an even older VCR. Sorry he's from 1990, what do you expect?]

You've got exactly three seconds to get through the doors for my class before I send something nasty after you. Just a fair warning, kids!

[That done, and his journal still open, he turns on the TV, static crackling away, 'snow' all over the screen]

Today you're going to learn the ancient muggle art of programming a VCR. You need to get the TV onto a channel, get a blank cassette into the VCR, program it to the channel you want and record five minutes of that specific program. Student who does it fastest gets ten points ot their house or something. I don't care.

[He sits on his chair, putting his feet up on his desk and pulling out a hipflask]

You kids get right on that while I sit here and drink my...butterbeer and grade your efforts.

Comments

[unvarnished]

[oh no, it's Meg. August was really hoping he could ace this before she walked in and noticed he actually understood all this Muggle stuff on a level that only comes from living among them. But now she's here and he has to go back pretending to be just as clueless as any other wizard-raised student]

[putuporshutup]

[August looks oddly terrified, and Meg chalks it up to him not having a clue what to do with the old junk. She only knew because her mother had a penchant for long holidays abroad in the finest accommodations, which were admittedly mostly of muggle origins. With how often her parents left her in plush hotel rooms with her nanny, she'd figured out how to work a VCR sometime around the age of 3. She shrugged and decided to head up and put everyone else out of their misery, making quick work of the thing just in case the points she lost this morning actually stuck. She liked to at least break even every day, after all.]

[unvarnished]

[so not only did he get out of revealing the truth, he also managed to get Meg to do the work for him. That's a pretty good day for him. And it's still a point for their House, which really is all that matters in the end]

Thanks, Meg. I wasn't making any sense of those flashing numbers.

[putuporshutup]

[She winks] No problem, dearest. Catch ya later!

[unvarnished]

[he props his feet on the chair she's vacating] I think I'll catch a nap. See you later.