(The Half-Blood)-M.R. · Y/n story by @Yawnzzie

The dungeons were damp and cold as always. The torches flickered along the stone walls of Muggle Studies, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Students murmured amongst themselves, some half-asleep, others scrolling through their phones under the tables.

Professor Y/l/n

Alright, settle down. Settle down.

The chatter died down slowly. A few heads lifted from phones. A couple groans echoed from the back where the Slytherins had claimed their territory.

Professor Y/l/n

I have something special for a select few of you.

She held up a piece of parchment, letting the words hang in the air. The room went quiet. Curious glances exchanged between houses.

Professor Y/l/n

As you all know, the wizarding world and muggle world coexist. But how many of you have actually experienced muggle life? Properly?

A beat of silence.

Ron Weasley

muttering from the Gryffindor side I lived with them for eleven years. That count?

Professor Y/l/n

smirks Yes, Mr. Weasley. But I mean on a structured, educational level.

She walked to the center of the room, heels clicking against the stone floor.

Professor Y/l/n

I've arranged a trip. Eight of you. A weekend in a muggle city. You'll stay with a host family, learn how muggles live without magic. Experience their technology, their communities, their daily routines.

Whispers erupted. Some excited, some skeptical.

Draco Malfoy

from the Slytherin table, voice dripping with boredom And who, exactly, is this host family?

Professor Y/l/n

meets his gaze evenly Mine.

Silence. Dead silence.

Professor Y/l/n

My family lives in the city. My daughter goes to muggle school there. She'll be your guide for the weekend.

She let that sink in. Looked around the room, watching faces shift from surprise to curiosity.

Professor Y/l/n

I've selected four students from Gryffindor and four from Slytherin. Equal representation. The names are on this parchment.

She tapped the paper with her wand. It unfurled, hovering in the air.