Severus II
“This is a set of muggle papers- the words cannot change, the pictures do not move,” Severus explains, placing the binders on his desk. Two students, a tall, dark skinned sixth year with short, dyed blue hair and a short, pale third year with hair to their shoulders are looking at him nervously.
The third year is a half-blood, to Severus’ memory, and the sixth year has presumably had three years of muggle studies by this point, and so they both nod. “Were there no wizarding texts?” the third year asks.
Severus shakes his head. Technically, he’s lying, there are some wizarding texts that talk about the sort of thing they asked about, but they mostly seem to terrifyingly inaccurate fiction about metamorphmagi, and Severus is not in the business of recommending smut, especially not bad smut, with his students. “What names would you like me to use for you two?” Severus asks, and the two students look at each other.
“I’m Zed,” the blue haired sixth year says. “Do you think I can sleep in the boy’s dorm?”
“I’m Ajax,” the third year says. “do you think Hogwarts would let me sleep in the girl’s dorm? I don’t know if the charm would stop me or not.”
Severus looks at his two students. “I promise, Hogwarts and the sorting hat often know us better than any list. Do not worry.”
Ajax smiles nervously, and the two students leave his office, Zed carrying the ringbinders.