For Muggle Education Task #1: Write about a magical person attending a Muggle school.

Word count will be at end.

Draco entered the flat he shared with Theo, setting his bag by the door as he shut it with a click. "Theo?" he called out, making his way into the flat. "You here?"

"Yeah, the living room!"

He made his way to the living room, where Theo sat on the couch, books and papers all around him on the coffee table. A Muggle looking quill was in his hand, he tapping it against his chin. He stared at his flatmate before he asked, "Theo, why are you using Muggle things?"

Looking up, Theo blinked. "Ah, I'm studying."

"With Muggle things?"

"Well, I do go to a Muggle college, Draco." Theo set the Muggle looking quill down and stretched. "Harry suggested it to me, said he think I'd like it."

"Potter? Potter was the one who suggested it to you?"

"Well, yeah, but at first I didn't like it."

A Few Months Prior

Theodore Nott stared at Harry Potter, shocked. "You want me to what now?"

"Try college."

"Which is…?"

"It's sort of like an adult Muggle school, really. I think you'd like it, since you do like learning new things."

"Okay, and?"

"Well, you and Malfoy–sorry, Draco–live in a Muggle neighborhood. Most of them have all went to college, so have I, and I have no doubt they will want to quiz you on things if they have a kid who's in college and they want to know if you know it." He shrugged. "Plus, I thought you might like it."

He hummed, picking up his drink and taking a sip. "When is it?"

"I signed you up at a community college and they start tomorrow." He set a bag on the table, pushing it towards Theo. "I got all the school supplies you'll need."

"Thanks."

—

He made his way up the steps of the college, staring up at the building. It was snowing lightly, the clouds a light gray color. His grip on his book bag strap tightened as he made his way inside of the building.

He looked down at the schedule in his hand and blinked. World History, Building 4B, Room 409.

He made his way there and once he was there, he made his way inside and climbed up the steps. He slid into a row and slid himself into a seat. He opened bus book bag and took out a Muggle notebook and pen, clicking the pen like Harry had shown him.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The door opened and a portly woman walked inside, making her way to the board. She picked up something and wrote World History, Mrs. Braughten on it before turning around. "My name's Mrs. Braughten and I'm your World History professor. Take out your notebooks or computers and we'll begin."

–

Later, as he was leaving, he decided he liked it.

With a smile on his face, he made his way back to his flat.

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