Silvy missed being able to roll her eyes. Cole's obnoxious response deserved a massive eye roll. She could only hope that Saoirse was serving him one. Kings, queens and royal in betweens? He was entirely too much. Not to mention, it was complete bullshit that someone like Cole was at Hogwarts in the first place. It was bad enough that his mud blood brother Max was here. Guess that meant he got to come now too. Oh well, it just meant that the work she and the other involuntary participants had to do was more important than ever.

"If he wants to be a fashion designer so badly, how's he dressed?" Silvy whispered to Saoirse. "Probably tacky and gaudy...there's no way the non-magical students can make these ugly school uniforms look this good." Silvy whispered, pretending to brush a stray speck of dirt off of her cloak.

"Thank you Cole! Those are some great ideas for how a fashion designer could use technology. Maybe you'd be interested in learning about some of the art and design software we have on the computers? Lots of fashion designers and stylists use similar programs. Maybe you can even research what types of software and programs they use. Five points to Gryffindor for being brave enough to go first." Tamsin said. Giving out house points seemed to wake up some of the students whose minds had started to wonder. "Who's next?" Tamsin said, gesturing for the next student to introduce themselves.

Several other students introduced themselves next. Many of them were non-magical, since Technology was one of their core classes. Silvy tried to memorize their names so that she could keep track of who was magical and who wasn't. Since she was blind, she couldn't see who was wearing a wristband, or who was holding a wand. She had to rely on her memory. There were also several magical students taking the class. Like Silvy and Saoirse, they must have chosen this class as the one non-magical class they had to take as part of the experiment.

After a few other students introduced themselves, they eventually got to the back row of students. More kids introduced themselves, until it was time for two girls who had had their heads pressed together and were whispering during class to introduce themselves. Tamsin knew she should have told them to stop whispering, but she was still a new teacher and discipline wasn't her strong suit. Tamsin indicated for the Hufflepuff with curly hair to introduce herself next.

The Hufflepuff's name was Saoirse Sayre, which she described as being "like the Wand maker". Tamsin furrowed her brow; since she had not been in the wizarding world for that long, she didn't know why this was significant. But several students in class seemed to find this fascinating. Tamsin made a mental note to try and find out about the Sayre family and wands. Saoirse's family may have been famous in the wizarding world, but something about Saoirse's demeanor made it clear she didn't want to take this class. She hurried through her introduction, muttered something about playing the trumpet and using technology to keep track of inventory before sitting down.

Tamsin tried to focus on the positives. "Thank you Saoirse. Do you play your trumpet in the school band? Yes, technology can be used to keep inventory. I know wands are, well, obviously magical objects. But with the no-maj, I'm sorry, muggle and wizarding world becoming more and more integrated. You may be surprised at how many magical businesses have started trying out muggle computers and technology to stay organized."

From underneath the table, Dracul gave Saoirse's hand a small lick to tell her good job. It was something he did to encourage Silvy sometimes. Silvy couldn't believe that Saoirse actually answered the questions. She wanted to call Saoirse a dork for following directions in a muggle class, but she held off. She knew that if Saoirse, who was sitting next to her, had introduced herself, she was probably up next.

Looking down at her list of students, Tamsin knew that Silviana Florescu was last. Tamsin already knew who she was, she'd received a list of special accommodations Silviana got in class, since she was blind. Her guide dog/familar- Tamsin couldn't remember his name- sat patiently at her feet. He nudged Silvy's hand.

Silvy felt Dracul nudge her hand. Silvy, you're up! He told her telepathically. Silvy sat up straighter, cleared her throat. Once again wished she could roll her eyes, and said: "My name is Silviana Florescu. But if you call me that, I'lll scream. I go by Silvy and nothing else. My pronouns are she/her. A fun fact about me is that I don't want to take this class. Another fun fact about me is that I think this class is stupid. And it doesn't matter what I do when I grow up, only that it won't involve something as low as muggle technology." Silvy finished.

The room was silent. Tamsin stood for a second, completely wide eyed. She didn't know what to do. Of course, she knew that some of the students and their families were against the experiment. She just didn't expect a student to be so...openly against it. She could feel several pairs of eyes on her. The students were waiting to see how she'd react. s**t. Discipline really wasn't her strong suit. But she didn't want it to look like she tolerated this kind of behavior either.

Tamsin decided the best course of action was...not to draw too much attention to it. She had a feeling that Silvy thrived off of attention. And she didn't want to give Silvy too much attention. "Silvy, that kind of disrespect isn't tolerated in this classroom. You and I are going to have a chat while everyone else gets to work." She said, then remembering she could take house points added. "And 10 points from Slytherin." 10? Was that enough too take? Was it too much, or too little?

"Alright, I want everyone to sit at the appropriate workstation- this far one over here with worksheets is for anyone who isn't comfortable with computers or technology." Many of the wizarding students had never touched a computer- or even something as simple as a flashlight- in their lives. She thought starting them off with worksheets would at least help them be comfortable before sitting them in front of a computer. "This second station with computers is for anyone who has a very basic understanding; maybe you've only used basic technology. If you aren't comfortable with a computer, you can grab a worksheet. Or if you'd like to use a computer, go ahead and sit at one but raise your hand if you need help turning it on." Indicating the last station, Tamsin said. "If you used computers at your old school and feel comfortable with technology take a seat here and go ahead and see what applications have been installed on the computer already. If you have any ideas for new things that can be put on the computers, write them down and give it to me after class." Tamsin then indicated a gaming system that was set up. "And finally...if anyone wants to try their hand at Just Dance or another video game...have at it! But, one round per person please until everyone who wants a turn gets one. Also, please help your peers who may not understand how a gaming system works." After explaining the instructions, Tamsin said. "I'll be around shortly to help anyone who needs help. Go ahead and go to your stations- but Silvy stay where you are. I'd like to talk to you."

"Here we go, time for a lecture. Where are you going to sit? I'll have Dracul find you, when I'm done being yelled at." Silvy asked Saoirse. Silvy felt Dracul paw at her leg. She knew he didn't approve of the way she'd spoken in class. You're lucky Professor Oz only took away 10 house points. Dracul telepathically told Silvy. I know you don't want to be here, but you have to be respectful. If Professor Oz gives you detention, you may have to miss out on Involuntary Participants meetings. Silvy hadn't thought of that. She knew, as one of the leaders of the Involuntary Participants, she needed to be more careful about that. And besides, Xolani who typically took credit for Silvy's misbehavior so that Silvy wouldn't get detention, was nowhere in sight. You're right Dracul, I need to think about the Involuntary Participants. Silvy telepathically said back to her familiar.

Tamsin sighed as the students made their way to the work stations. There was already a line forming at Just Dance. Seeing Cole get out of his seat, Tamsin waved him over to a computer. "Hey future fashion designer- can I show you some of the art programs I downloaded for yearbook committee? They can probably be used to design fashion too- you're welcome to play around with them." She offered, giving him a smile. Tamsin had liked Cole the minute he introduced himself, he seemed like he would be a lot of fun to have in class. And the kings, queens, and every thing in between comment had made her crack a smile. Besides...it would probably be best to let Silvy cool down for a minute before talking to her.

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