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*Cracks his neck to the side, frowning before raising his hand*

London, look I know that the girls are going to hate me for this, but this movie is so inaccurate I could cry.

I get the whole Twilight appeal, sure, but realistically? The vampire stuff I can swallow because they have a lot of different ways to turn out, but there is no way a werewolf could take changing back and forth like that. Especially not when it happens if they're emotionally compromised.

On top of that, how in the hell is he scar free, perfectly ready to go out and not ready to drop dead from exhaustion? That's not even including the fact the douche has the gall to not have doggy breath and nice hair.

I don't think I have enough paper to write down Muggle-movie-lore versus fact.

*He was feeling a lot better since the silver incident with Vambre and his group of Slytherin's. He definitely a bit off because the full moon had just ended a few days ago, but it was nothing a nap after class and a possible snack couldn't fix.*

London’s subsequent smile was amused as she moved across the room, the height of her heeled, thigh-high black boots further allowing her to tower over her students, the two dozen or so of them scattered among mismatched desks and a few battered couches. The classroom spread up the height of the tower, lined with books and muggle technology that students wandered in to use even when class wasn’t in session. Especially the PS3.

“There’s that word, though. ‘Realistically.’ Realistic. Real. Implying that muggles should pull back the imagination and face reality - but their reality is different from ours, isn’t it?” the sleek Head of House perched herself on the edge of one of the many tables in the room, dropping a hand to idly pet Josh’s ******** up hawk. “Their reality says werewolves are so unreal that, ******** it, they should also be hot Native Americans with diamond-cutting abs and a smile that could melt the panties off of any preteen. Their reality says werewolves are so impossible that, screw that, they should be able to change at will without physical or mental consequences.”

Josh had watched London cross the room with his still sleepy-eyes, trying to perk up a bit when she looked at him and figure out what the ******** the conversation was about so he could maybe say something intelligent. It wasn't like he watched Twilight but it was hard not to hear about it, the insane number of fans it had. He basically just tried to ignore it whenever possible, but he supposed he still managed to know more than he ever would have cared to.

He leaned into London's petting like a cat, certainly more awake now. He tilted his head back slightly to look up at her, clearly amused.

"That's the whole point of movies, though, whole point of television. Escaping reality, doing whatever you want. I mean, this is one of the more popular movies. Just think of what the less popular ones are about. I've seen a movie about killer sheeps, I s**t you not. And what is the point? There isn't a point. It's all for entertainment, procrastination, utterly and completely wasting time."

“I’m not doing anything but letting you guys talk about it,” London said lightly, shifting her fingers so she was gently scratching at Josh’s scalp. “Though I’d like to see the killer sheep movie.”

Josh frowned a bit. "Yeah, I was definitely generalizing a bit grossly there..." He sighed, letting the thoughts bounce around in his head for a second. He opened and closed his mouth, not really sure what to say to salvage himself.

He didn't think all television or movies or whatever were a waste of time. He could enjoy a good scary movie, chick flick, or ridiculous action movie with a bit too many explosions just as much as anyone.

"I guess I was... thinking more on this movie... or, well. It wouldn't be popular if a lot of people didn't like it, and I'm sure they have their reasons for liking it and enjoy it very much. And I guess if you enjoy something and it makes you happy than it's not a waste of time to you. Same with music, whatever, anything. Not everyone likes the same stuff, that's why there's so much different... stuff. If people didn't enjoy it it wouldn't be out there so yeah... nothing is a waste of time to everyone."

He mumbled a bit to himself, resting his head down on his arms on the table in front of him.

"I think I'm just on my period... Sorry for putting you on the spot...." he gave an apologetic smile to Josh, but sat back in his desk, something in his face switching and making him look far older with stress, He rubbed at his cheek, scratching as he tried to settle his nerves back down.

"So are the fox eared boys, but they always seem to be taken." he smirked, seemingly to push it all back down. Clay was pretty good about sweeping up his emotional messes before they became too much of a nuisance or his temper flew up over past it, ready for blood.

Godfrey perked up at cookies, reaching to take one that had purple m&ms.

" Thank you." He said, taking a small bite and debating if he could sneak another cookie for Mason. He probably didn't want one anyways. "And Joshy has a thick head, dont'cha Josh? Keeps a lot of good thoughts in there. So, didn't mean to stop a good debate, I'm sorry."

Godfrey put the cookie in his mouth and stretched, making a small squeak. This class was more like therapy than learning, he always thought. He smiled at Clay, but couldn't stick his tongue out because of the cookie.

"Hey, but, then who's Sepir- Sefear- Sethear- Sethiross supposed to get with?" He asked, cookie in hand, not quite recalling the name of the tall quasi evil guy.