A/N: I didn't die. Still around, just haven't been writing. I've been a mess and my poor muse only felt the need to write dark poetry. Anyway, I'm starting this back up. For those following Reign.. I'll get to it eventually. Might do a few crack one-shots first though.
Enjoy!
A giant mansion owned by a squib was set out for the group. Because the owner was out of town, the group had the building to themselves. Draco walked up and turned the knob, but the door wouldn't budge. The purebloods stared hopelessly at it. "We don't have wands! How are we supposed to unlock the door?" They began flipping through the Guide again, and the muggleborns let them, curious to see what the book could have to say about locks and keys.
Muggles cannot make wards. Instead, they get specialized locks. Each house (and sometimes room) will have a different lock. Keys fit inside the locks. Muggles tend to put keys underneath their welcome mats or in flower pots on their porches if they want other people to have access to them. If you try to check, do not dig too deep into their plants; they are most unappreciative of that.
Pansy scrunched her nose and daintily lifted the mat to find a little golden key underneath. She opened the door, and whispered a soft "lumos" with no avail. She stepped back out into the fading light. "How do we get light?"
Blaise swaggered up. "I heard about this once." He clapped his hands twice and said "on!" Nothing happened. He clapped harder. Still nothing. By this point, most of the muggleborns and halfbloods were chuckling behind their hands, but Hermione and Justin were outright laughing aloud, clutching their sides. Blaise glared at them while still clapping, which only make them laugh harder. He sniffed, nose in the air, and began leafing through the book.
Light in the Muggle World is most fascinating. They took little drops of the sun and use them to set little strings, called wires, on fire. Do not worry; there is no cause for alarm. The fire is enclosed in a glass object called a bulb. As they do not know cooling charms, the fire makes the surface of the bulb hot, so touching it will burn. These fires can be turned on and off with a switch that can be found on walls. They are also a bit temperamental, as the bulbs can suddenly stop working. We have found no reasoning for this, so we have chalked it up to that being muggle technology.
Offended gasps from all of the muggleborns filled the air. Dean began explaining how lightbulbs actually worked, not even caring that no one was listening to him. Draco chimed in, "How are we supposed to find these 'switches' without being able to see them?"
"You just feel along the wall."
"Ooh! Is this it?"
Someone felt the object and sighed. "No Draco. That is a hook. Wait, here. This is a switch. Push it up." Suddenly, the room flooded with light. Daphne looked into the next room and commented that it was still dark. A lot of complaining about muggle technology and a few explanations later, the group understood that certain lights were controlled by certain switches. The group explored the house, all of the purebloods flicking the switches on and off and back on again, staring at them in wonder.
The muggleborns chuckled and sighed. They knew it was going to be a long month. They sat back on the couches in the living room and turned on the TV. Little did they know they were about to be bombarded with even more questions.
A/N: If I don't update daily, spam me. I have prewritten chapters; I most likely just forgot to upload them. I know I don't really have the right to ask y'all to review, seeing as I haven't updated for a month, but if you do, I'll love you forever!