the internet is magnificent. positively wondrous in the things it brings to the table. sydney is referring to muggle net, not the witch alternative (which consists of a great deal many of things and inner workings that she simply didn’t understand). but point is, when rina had showed her the video, sydney knew they had to have it. which brings us to the cheery afternoon in the school courtyard, where sydney jung sits on her knees, plain (?) stapler in one hand and blue dyed denim in the other.
she had watched the video repeatedly—but reality always seemed to differ greatly than the delusions that run her mind. in the video, it had been over by five minutes. here, in real life, sydney struggles to even properly use the muggle contraption in her hand. “i—ugh—” her eyes squint, nose crinkling in her bent over position to glare at the staples embedded in the denim. it went in, but, didn’t close. was there another step for that? a button? should she ask rina? her gaze turns again to the instrument in her hand, shaking it a couple times.
“ugh! work! hey—!!” she huffs, a rare state of frustration that builds in her core. as a ravenclaw, she loved crafts, inventions, the works. the fact that banging this muggle thing incessantly against the hem does nothing to close the staple is beyond her. “oh my god,” sydney audibly groans, eyes lifting up for a moment just in time to catch the feet of another.
“hey!!” the ravenclaw straightens up, near flailing for attention. “you wouldn’t happen to have overtly muscular fingertips that can push these little sharp ends into denim do you?” sydney pauses. “or your wand, your wand would be good too.”
