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Bailey raised an eyebrow at that, instantly her mind going to the Sorting Hat. “Wait, so it can talk?” she asked curiously, flipping through the pictures before pressing the curious little button on the bottom. She must have held it for too long, because a loud chime and vibration shook the device in her hands, causing her to very nearly drop it in shock. Words appeared on the screen and she looked at Monet in confusion. “What the hell is that?”
Monet was trying to think about if her house-parent said anything about the phone being able to talk but before she could remember Bailey was able to answer her own question. “Woah, my--holy Merlin. It’s alive! How did you do that?”
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Bailey’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of the little brightly glowing rectangle, carefully taking in her hands in amazement. “Merlin’s beard…” she gasped, touching the little screen and eyes widened as she saw herself on it, albeit at a disgusting angle that made her slightly resemble a disfigured potato. “This is brilliant! Like the muggles’ own little form of magic.” She straightened it out and began snapping dozens of pictures. “Where do they all go?”
“The phone has a thing like a brain but not really a brain called storage, I think, and that’s where all the pictures are kept. --Hold on,” she reached over and opened the gallery, “Bam! All the pictures are there.”
“Monet… what happened to your shoes?”
“Listen, these cops were chasing me. I think I did something illegal.”
Monet Kwon, taken by Harley Waite.
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“Do you have one? Some guy in my computer class made me one – look, it says, ‘Trish Chan, seventeen, single, likes long walks on the beach.’ I actually hate the beach, but he said it’d make me sound more romantic. I don’t know why I’d wanna sound romantic, though.”
“I’m actually making one right now,” she showed Trish her phone screen, “Ooh, I think I’m going to use the chocolate yogurt emoji. It even has a smiley face on it!” She snorted at the romantic aspect of walking on the beach. “Muggles are so weird--what’s so nice about the beach? True--unless you’re trying to get some random Twitter-person’s attention. Maybe they can Direct Message you.”
“I’m a reporter on the school newspaper and I want to do a story on the new British students.Not the most original idea but I think people will enjoy it.”
“British students, y’say?” A large grin appeared as she spoke. “I don’t know if the accent gave it away but I’m one of those students and I’d be more than happy to supply you with an interview or two.” Being the attention-whore she was, Monet didn’t mind helping out.
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“Wait… what’s a phone? And what the hell is an app?”
“This thing,” Monet shows Bailey the device, “And you can take pictures of yourself called a selfie.” She was actually enjoying herself--she never found herself in situations where she knew things. “It’s had to explain, um--it’s a folder-thing that you can open with the phone.”
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“So, I think I cracked why there aren’t any owls around the muggles. They have this phone app called Twitter where you send tweets to other people like little letters. --How nifty. It’s also cute how they’re keeping the bird theme.”
Ah, shit. “I never said I was nice.” He pulled a tissue from the box on his desk and handed it her. “Bugger off.”
Once he pulled out the tissues, her expression completely changed and a grin replaced her pout. “Hah--I was acting! You just got acted, Professor Rhodes.”
“I even miss Peeves and his annoying arse. Do you think we can fly back there?”
“Hey--I like Peeves! He knew how to have a good laugh. I don’t know, with ol’Voldi out an’about it’s probably too dangerous.”
“Ides.. of March. It’s March 15th, 44BC, the day Julius Caesar was assassinated because his ‘friend,’ Brutus, was a little bitch.”
“Oh, that makes more sense with the lecture! Thanks.”
“Google has autocorrected it to Ides of March. And apparently it’s a movie with Ryan Gosling.”
“Ooh, do you think he’s dancing in it? I loved him in Mickey Mouse Club.”
“Ugh, disgusting. Where did that name even come from? How ugly. Their food looks terrible too.”
“Honestly. I never knew I’d miss Hogwarts so much. The food was so good.”
“i think so, i wouldn’t understand why we wouldn’t..”
“Right--did she say what does this potion does? I need to mentally prepare myself.”
“You mean the Ides of March, right? I worry for you Brits.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the Ideas. What’s an Ides?”
“Parents don’t really love their children. You’d also think ‘Who would name their own child Akane Violett?’ but here I am.”
“To be fair, your last name is the worst part and that’s the thing you can’t change. You’re the one with purple hair to match.”
“What?” Simon asks in confusion, blinking at the girl across form him in bewilderment, “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Um--do you know what the Ideas of March are?”