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Why they never talk about no magic home ec class in Hogwarts.

Clearly they have spells for it.

Molly Weasley has knitting needles going, and while house elves do the cooking at Hogwarts presumably they use some magic there to keep up with the giant work load, and iirc, Molly uses magic to cook. 

So, where the home ec class at.
Where the muggleborns with dread in their eyes thinking it’ll be a normal like, cooking class, [Harry all excited thinking he’s gonna ace this class or at least do alright, since he cooked for the Dursley’s], and then the first half the first class is a lesson about how you’ve got to earn the respect of your measuring spoons. Otherwise they’ll argue with you on how much has to go into a recipe.
Harry has a kind of tentative conversation with his and they work with him after he realized they were an older set used to students forcing them to work for them. Talks to them gently and asks if they think a little more or little less should go into a recipe, or if they think he should add an ingredient now and then because they’ve made the same thing over, and over.
Harry trying to make Molly a sweater in return for the one he got because he doesn’t know what to do with having gotten gifts, and only really managing a rather lengthy and oddly tensioned scarf made from the best yarn he could find out of a catalog he found on the shelf in the classroom. The professor was just delighted he’d decided to keep at knitting and crocheting [he may have… mixed the two] after they’d finished the unit, to make a gift.  

Where’s Hermione having a long drawn out conversation with the home ec professor about how it’s ridiculous to devote magic to knitting when you can do it by hand, and the professor countering about the time saved by simply using enchanted needles or a charm. The conversation takes up the entire period but a teacher actually takes Hermione seriously for once because effective division of effort/time is a very important skill to learn and it’s what they’re there to teach.
Wheres Ron answering all the questions like a fucking CHAMP because managing in his family has basically made his ass a pro at everything– budgeting a vault? On it. Spelling how many cauldrons to feed how many people with how much food? On lock like it’s fucking Azkaban. Best herbs and plants to grow for general– he has already finished the worksheet/in-class essay that was on the board and is fucking around with his quill. He gets called on, his string bean ass gonna have the answer while kinda being shocked at himself that he actually does, because– like many poor ass people– we manage resources really damn well when we know what we have. And we very rarely let it get away from us.

Where’s the rich-ass purebloods that know finances and shit because they’re taking over family blood-line affairs when their older and their parents drilled that into their heads, but can’t cook/sew/anything else to save their life till they learn.
Where was Oliver Wood trying to make Healthy Food Things for the quidditch team for Extra Energy and just making a mess.
The Twins making a totally harmless banana pudding and selling it in their store and NO ONE KNOWING WHAT IT DOES, everyone panicking because they’re SURE they did something.

We were robbed of so much is all i’m saying.

Max Rockatansky: “I have lost my family and my best friend to the violence of the gangs that are overwhelming this nation. I can’t stay and keep being a cop because i’m going to hunt each one of their murderers down and kill them in revenge and it’s going to be horrible to the point i am not fit for society. I will then just drive into the desert. I have no plan past this.”

[does a violence. Many, many violence’s in fact.]

Max Rockatansky, like 5 years later: “I have acquired a dog. Things are looking up. In other news, there seems to have been a nuclear war, the government no longer exists, and the gangs have taken over. Also, i am running out of dog food.” [Plot appears, ends] “I have lost my dog, been through several crashes, been shot, several things are broken, and my car has exploded. Helped a colony of survivors escape gang planning to kill them. Can’t figure out why the fuck i did this when i could have left with the damn car. I miss my dog.”

Max Rockatansky, like 15 years later: “Ok, i have found and repaired another car. I got a dog. I–” [shit happens] “I am chasing down a motherfucker with a wagon. I will kill him. Need haircut.” [Plot Occurs] “Got lost in desert, group of feral children thought i was a god. told them no. Accidentally led a revolution. fuck if i know where they are now. left for dead in desert. got the hair cut. i fucking hate pilots.”

Max Rockatansky, like 10 years later: “I finally have been alone with my car. No one is bothering me. No one is around for miles. I can brood over my inadequacy. mm lizard. fuck is that.” [Things] “Alright m8 first of all” [Plot] “I want my car back. You know what, a car. gimme the car. why is it no– oh fuck really. fine road trip.” [All The Plot] “I am too old for these Revolutions. I’m going to go nap in the sun. be a fucking lizard. the girls can be all governmental. ff do i even have knees anymore. fuck”

–Max Rockatansky, a life paraphrased

7

Train to Busan (2016)

Directed by Yeon Sang-ho

Cinematography by Lee Hyung-deok

I would like to believe that the Human response to some like, edgy Asari or Turian tableware on like the citadel was to cart really fucking impractical glassware from The Days Of Yore [now] all the way there and use them with a straight face.

Because we have all seen the Gatorade looking containers we had on the Normandy, and the vaguely vase looking things that were also used to pour things in bars.
I imagine after first contact people were feeling a bit shown up.

So just show up and whip out one of these pieces by Etienne Meneau or something like them

drinking some like fucking water or something out of them at meetings.

“What.. i’m sorry, but are those vein shaped bottles”
“No, my dear ambassador, they’re tree roots actually. I can see the confusion”
There’s an ambassador that exclusively drinks blue kool-aid and locks eyes with the Turian ambassador the whole time. There have been fights.