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"I KNOW WHAT a camera is, we have them in the wizarding world. Like just standard cameras." Marlene explained in a hushed whisper as the two sat in the window seat in the common room. The older students were studying already which meant they had to be quiet. They couldn't go upstairs either, Lily was writing up her Potions essay about the cure for boils that they had made that week.

   "How do they move then?" Adelia asked, frowning slightly. She had wondered what they did to make the portraits and pictures move. At first, she assumed that they were painted animation style but that seemed excessive.

   "Developing solution. It's like a potion." She told her, trying to predict her next question. "The paintings use enchantments throughout the process to get them to move and talk."

    "That makes sense," The brunette said mindlessly. "We've gone over what a Telly, Camera, Fridge, Iron, and a radio is. Anything else that we've mentioned that you don't know?"

   "Hey! I knew what a camera and radio were." Marlene objected, earning the two a glare from students at nearby tables. "Sorry." She said softly, giving them an innocent smile that could wash away anyone's fury.

   "They're still muggle inventions, though." Ada countered, raising a brow at her with a slight smile on her lips. "Maybe we should do an on-the-go thing."

   "What do you mean by that?" The blonde quizzed, often catching herself confused by Adelia's phrases or 'slang'.

   "Like instead of sitting down and talking everything over, you just ask when you hear something that you don't know of or understand. There's a lot to the 'muggle world' which would probably just overwhelm you if I sit here and tell you about all of it."

   "Yeah, we'll do that." She smiled before hopping off the seat. "I'll go get Lily for dinner. Save us a seat!" Marlene instructed as she headed up the stairs.

   After a brief pause, Adelia hauled herself up and headed out the common room. She and Mary had landed themselves in detention with McGonagall because their essays were very similar and neither of them confessed to copying. It was Ada that had copied but that wasn't something that their head of house had to know. Anyways, Mary had an hour with her currently and Adelia had her hour after dinner.

   "Addie!" Someone called as she entered the hall, knowing her brother was the only one here that would call her that. Rolling her eyes, she headed to the Hufflepuff table to see what the boy wanted.

   "What do you want?" The younger sibling asked, folding her arms over her chest as the boy turned to talk to her. His smile seemed to falter at the tone of her voice.

   "Why do you have to act like that? You're not at home now you know." Jaspar spoke in an accusatory tone. The girl scoffed, shaking her head at him.

   "Like what? At least I don't change myself to fit in with people that wouldn't give a fuck about you if you met them back home." She hissed, grabbing the attention of his friends that seemed rather shocked by her words. The boy clenched his jaw lightly, seeing some truth in her statement.

   "Woahhh-" One of them spoke, in an alarmed tone. Her eyes shot up to him. He had bright blonde hair, a slim build, pale skin, freckles, and bright puppy dog eyes. Now, she remembered why Marlene's name was so familiar. This was her oldest brother Matthew Mckinnon, aka one of her brother's best friends. There was another brother Milo who was in the year above them and a sister who was significantly younger, called Mabel.

   "Addie." He said sternly, causing the girl to mutter an apology. "I was checking to see how you are." Jaspar had heard about her detention and he wasn't surprised in the slightest. Just like her friends back home, she had never taken school seriously. According to him, she was 'conditioned' by the older kids that she hung around with. It was partially true but Adelia had sought importance in other subjects outside of Academic subjects. He just hoped that Hogwarts may change her stance.

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