A/N: Hope you like it!
"It's the thing with the little people inside!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Oh dear Merlin," Harry groaned. Ron asked what it was called and looked up television in the Guide.
Muggles use a television for entertainment. They sit on couches and stare at a box with a window. Little people are shrunk down, along with trees and houses to fit inside these boxes. The people put on a play, which Muggles then watch. Shorter plays that have new parts every week are called shows, while longer ones are called movies. Sometimes, the plays are animated. They disfigure the people and flatten them to look two-dimensional and fake. These characters act as well in both shows and movies. Muggles also watch sports on TV. A remote is a box with buttons. Different buttons, or combinations of them, lead to switching channels. This means that the current play is switched out to something else. Muggles have found a way to clone these people as well, because the same plays can be watched by multiple people on different televisions at the same time.
Susan, a compassionate Hufflepuff to the core, began to speak out against the "barbaric practices."
Pansy turned her nose into the air. "See, muggles are uncivilized people. Maybe by shrinking each other down, they might just kill each other off. Either that will, or their innate stupidity will. Better for us anyway."
A resounding slap echoed though the room. Hermione stood there, eyes blazing in anger. "You disgust me, Parkinson. You are in the Muggle World right now and have to live as a muggle for the next month. Learn to live with it. Muggles are NOT barbaric people, and the sooner you understand that, the better. If you'd listened at all, you'd have known that the Guide is wrong. People are NOT shrunk down, nor are they duplicated. Honestly, it's like-."
"Granger. The Ministry witch told us that the information is correct," Draco jumped to her defense.
"And since when has the Ministry been constantly correct?" She shot back at him. He glared at her but didn't say a word, knowing she was correct, and that it was a lost cause. There was a long pause, as no one dared to say anything. The only sound was the dull roar of the TV in the background.
Suddenly, "Circe and Morgana! Her house got caught up in a tornado!" Neville had his eyes glued to The Wizard of Oz that was playing. The tension broke, and they all crammed themselves on the couch or on the floor to watch the movie.
Although an indignant cry rose up because of the depiction of the witches, the group stayed relatively calm for the rest of the night. They finished the movie and decided it was late enough to sleep. Climbing up the stairs, they marveled at the lack of moving portraits and other minor signs of magic they were used to constantly seeing. They settled into their rooms, the Purebloods once again playing with the light switches, and the others planning the next day.
A/N: I have tomorrow's ready, but I need ideas for Friday's chapter! PM me or leave a review about something that you'd like to see wizard-ified. :)