She had confiscated the noisy music box from Ruby Cherytree. And the portable player thing. Cackles had no use for these ordinary objects. The students did not need any distractions. Miss Hardbroom examined the small black box. Inside was something they called a tape. What did ordinary people see in this noise? She put the headphones on and played the tape. After a while she understood that to get to a new song, she had to press buttons. The first song was atrocious. The second one was mildly less atrocious. She listened to each of them, making notes. Interesting. The last song was surprisingly catchy. She found herself humming it that evening. Maybe she'd lend it to Miss Bat who would get better use from it. She'd probably encourage staging a musical or something equally ridiculous.
Constance set a silencing spell in her room to examine the big music box she had realised by now relied on some atmosphere element that she didn't feel the need to know too much about. If she moved the dial every so often she could hear a buzz of different people and different music each time. A station, she'd gathered it was called. The people in the box were inane, chatting about all sorts of things like their daily life, silly jingles (Davina would love that) or traffic jams on the M1, whatever that was. Some of the music she recognised as classical. Some of it was too much to bear, all drums and inane wailing. One station was entirely in German. Most bizarre.
Perhaps she'd keep hold of these items for now. For research purposes.
