Hogwarts Summer Camp Trip to London: Museum

Interacting with: @Selene Ackermann

@Reid Kovacs @May Moonstar @Lindsey Springhall @Bridget Collins

Wow, Remi was funny. With a grin on her face, Rose replied, "I was probably named after the flower that grows on the thorny plants, rather than the actual thorny plants." She chuckled a little but to herself. "And what about your name? I'm serious, it's really cool, I've never heard anyone with the name Remius. Where is it from?" She asked curiously.
Remi then asked about squibs.
"Oh, that. So there is this book called the book of admittance and this will called the quill of acceptance. The quill only needs a whiff of magic from a magical child to attempt to write the name of said magical child in the book, but the book needs something significant, and will snap shut on the quill if it doesn't think that the Quill's reason is big enough. Then, near the beginning of the school year, someone checks the book of admittance and sends owls to everyone whose name is in there and is old enough to come to Hogwarts in the fall. So, yeah, there are no squibs at Hogwarts," Rose explained.
"As for my accent, it's from America. My mom is from America and we visit family in America a lot, and so I just... Kinda picked it up from her and it has... Stuck, I guess," she shrugged.
"Three older sisters?" she asked, a little surprised. Remi was the closest person to having as many siblings as Rose did that Rose had met (except for her siblings).
"What's your plan for the future?"
Rose had never really thought about it. "Probably something with animals. If not something with animals, then maybe I'd be an Auror. They're really cool. What about you?"

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One by one each student went into the museum. Maya, waiting outside, was taking a bit longer than usual prior to coming inside after the children because she was waiting for her other chaperone. London was always filled with so much beauty and things to see that Maya didn't blame him for coming later. Maya, however, wanted to get started in touring the museum with the kids. She had a lot of information that she wanted to share with them that she knew and she could tell that some of them were getting restless.

"Please hold one adult ticket for @Boniface Murtagh MacTavish," Maya said to the front concierge. Maya guessed that Boniface would know to go up to the front to get his ticket.

Maya walked into the museum and followed the voice of students that should have made their way to the science portion of the wax museum. As she walked, she could hear some of the conversations happening between the students. While there are some gossip that is talked about between others, she enjoyed the talk about how "creepy" the museum was so far.

As she was listening, Maya scanned who was talking to who to keep friendships close. She had an idea that was to be played out shortly.

Standing next to Albert Einstein, Maya cupped her hands around her mouth. "Alright, gather around!" she shouted, hoping that she was slowly getting everyone's attention. Little did they know that a big part of this outing was to learn. It would be a waste of touring Muggle London if they didn't learn about it or even about the muggle world itself.

"I'm waiting for all ears," she said, pausing. Maya did not want to hear one voice out of place. She needed them to hear her for them to be able to participate. "What you see here are specific people in the world that have made a difference. For those of you who do not know, this is a wax museum. Madame Tussaud created famous individuals from scratch using wax 250 years ago, and it has been a tradition ever since. These are exact replicas of celebrities, scientists, historical figures and more," she began.

Maya crossed her arms and gave a small smile. "Now, your job is to learn all about them. While some of you may know more than your friends, that is quite alright. Everyone will be able to learn together. I will give you one clue, and, together, in groups I will place you in, you will search for your 'person'. Once you find them, come back to me and I'll give you another clue.

"Remember, do not touch anything and keep some of your knowledge to yourself," she hinted at them all, reminding them not to use any magic whatsoever. They were in muggle territory. Any student who tries to do magic outside of the Wizarding realm, let alone in front of muggles was going to have major consequences dished out to them. "And remember what you say and how you say things," she added as her eyebrows raised, hinting to the students that the use of saying "muggle" was a word to avoid as it is unknown to muggles themselves for it is a wizarding term.

Maya reached into her pocket and took out a few notes. She noticed that so far there were ten students with them. She knew there were to be more that were probably with Boniface, but for now, two groups of five would suffice.

"Group 1 will be @Reid Kovacs, @Opeila Seilun, @Lindsey Springhall, @May Moonstar and @Bridget Collins"

WON THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE AND 250 OTHER AWARDS

Maya handed Reid Kovacs the piece of paper for him to share with his group.

"Group 2 will be @Callie Jensen, @Selene Ackermann, @Elias Weare, @Rose Moon and @Remi Yao"

LOGAN

Maya handed Remi Yao the piece of paper for him to share with his group.

Placing the rest of the papers in her pocket, she shooed the kids away to explore the museum. She believed it was better to learn by exploration than it was to tell them about every little detail. It was important for them to find the answers themselves as life never hands over answers on a silver platter.

Interacting with: @Reid Kovacs | @Linsdey Springhall
Mentions: @Opeila Seliun | @Bridget Collins | Maya Galim | Callie Jensen

Well, it seemed like May had made a mistake. Thinking those drinks were all for Linsdey herself, she had asked the girl to buy some more. With a quick glance at Opeila, she picked up the delicious treat and listened to professor Galim as she asked for their attention.

May was too young to attend Muggle Studies class. But she was anxious for it already. The thought of knowing how witches and wizards thought about her blood made her think that it was interesting. The last class May wanted to take was Artimathy. The thought of all these problems made her shiver. When Prof. Galim finished, May rubbed her hands together. The thought of being partnered up with Opeila and Lindsey and her new third year aquintance was a happy thought. She looked at Bridget and remembered her from the scavenger hunt Katrina Walker had hosted just before the summer. She waved at her happily.

The time to look at the clue Reid had been handed over had comed. "What does it say?" she asked, happily. The thought of another riddle game was very exiting. May had always liked to play riddle games and think about what she had learned in both muggle and wizarding class.

When Reid told them the clue (and May read it herself) she rubber her hands together. Then, she frowned, in obvious deep thought. 'What can it be....remember history May...' then, it came into her mind at last. She had studied it in the third grade. Her teacher had always made his students study difficult history things so that they could be educated well in the history of the world. Meanwhile, May only half listened to what the professor said all the time. But no, she didn't remember. She looked at them. Hopefully Reid or somebody else would know the answer.

Interacting with @Opeila Seilun | Mentions Maya Galim, Reid Kovacs, May Moonstar, and Lindsey Springhall

Bridget had not been expecting anyone to walk up behind her, so when a voice piped up she jumped. Perhaps it was just all the wax figures setting her on edge; she wasn't that consumed by her reading. Spinning around, the brief expression of fear quickly morphed into a smile when she saw that, for starters, wax figures hadn't started talking, and who it was. "Opeila! It's nice to see you again. I'm doing okay. For awhile I was pretty busy with final exams and all that, but it's nice to be here now, just... away from everything." By 'everything' she meant the hags and the fires and the curses.

Despite the memories the younger girl brought back of the disaster that was the Blossom Ball, it really was good to see her here. Bridget thought fairly highly of Opeila--she had a way of bringing people together, of coordinating everything from pillow fights to interrogation attempts. She did seem to be in a little over her head, at least back in April with Vladimir and all, but weren't they all? Hogwarts was a school in which mere curiosity could get you killed.

It would have been an excellent time to get to know Opeila a bit better, much like she now knew Flash, but then Professor Galim called them over. Well, later then. Making her way closer to the Muggle Studies professor as instructed, she waited for their directions. The Slytherin did not miss the reminder to act like normal non-magical people, not that she needed it. She was already used to switching between worlds, although she was sure some could use the reminder.

Maybe today still would be the day to get to know Opeila better, perhaps during spare moments in their search for specific wax figures, since they would be on the same team. Reid was also with them, along with May, who she knew from the Scavenger Hunt, and another girl named Lindsey.

She frowned slightly when Reid read off the clue (or whatever happens so she sees/hears it). Not in disappointment, but in concentration. Bridget did not know off the top of her head who this clue referenced, and it excited her. Perhaps some Muggle-borns would be mad at themselves for not knowing, but the fact she didn't know meant there was something to learn. A challenge to work at. "Well. Unless anyone knows who this is off the top of their head, I suggest we just start looking around. Perhaps there's a section for Nobel Peace Prize winners." That was logical. The best way to find an answer was to look for it, not just stand here grasping for knowledge they didn't possess.

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@Rose Moon
@Callie Jensen
@Selene Ackermann
@Elias Weare

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@Remi Yao
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As Remi racked his brain for famous people that their names ended in "us" Rose offered, "Albus Dumbledore... Merlin... Gellert Grindelwald... You know. A lot of people..." she joked. She knew she was giving him a hard time, but he could take it.
"Aw, thanks," she replied when Remi complimented her essay-explaination. "I'm a bookworm who grew up with a witch for a mom, so I know about this stuff. I wonder if I can use that in an essay sometime on the future..." she pondered, then snapped herself back to reality.
Then she got put in one of two groups. Remi was in her group, but so was Selene Ackermann.
Really?
Selene had gotten "reveng" on Rose by splashing punch all over her sweater from when Rose (the klutz she was) accidentally bumped into her and spilled hot chocolate all over herself. She had apologized like, a million times, and hadn't gotten any on the girl's white nightgown, but Rose was still a little cautious around the salty Gryffindor.
Their group was handed a paper that said,

LOGAN

Remi, like Rose, had no idea what that was supposed to mean. "No clue," she confessed after racking her brains for a minute. "If no one else knows, I guess we could just start exploring and maybe we'll stumble across it," she suggested.