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Monday, October 23, First Period

The classroom doesn't look much different than it did during Parents Weekend, except for the addition of a large tropical fish aquarium against one wall. In it are swimming five very content looking fish. If it doesn't seem to have any significance to the topic of Prophecy, that's because...well, it doesn't. Aziraphale just likes the fish.

"Today we're going to cover several somewhat lesser utilized methods of divination. Specifically, we'll be talking about elemental methods and handful of what you could call the most common of the less common -- including my personal favorite, the reading of tea leaves. There's even a form of divination using specially designed computer programs, although that one is somewhat under dispute."

LECTURE:
Geomancy (earth)
Pyromancy (fire)
Hydromancy (water)
Aeromancy (atmopheric conditions)
Tasseography/Tasseomancy (tea)
Numerology (numbers)
Bibliomancy (books)
Cybermancy (computer programs)

Class Participation:
"In honor of our recent Parents Weekend experience, I'd like each of you to share one thing about the past three days that you wish you'd read a prophecy about beforehand."

Homework:
"To prepare for next week's class, I want you to write briefly about a historical personage associated with prophecy, telling whether you'd like to change places with that person, and why or why not."

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[ooc: ~~As always, please wait for~~ OCD is up! Go!.]

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"I'll wait to see just why he did it," Bel said. "He seemed okay, but you never know."

"Yeah, he could be an international spy trying to track down his archnemesis and he had to leave the family behind so they couldn't be used as leverage." Blair bounced excitedly, well versed in made-up excuses as to why dads weren't around.

"Or he could be a deadbeat dad who thinks Phoebe's visions will win him the lottery," Bel said skeptically.

"Glass half empty again, man." Blair shook his head. "Maybe he's a monk who had a wild fling with Phoebe's mom. Um...three times. Then he realized he had to repent and go back to the church. He's been living in a quaint monestary always thinking of the girls he left behind."

"You're too trusting," Bel accused.

"You're not trusting enough." Blair said back.

"Kept me alive for years," Bel said gruffly.

"But now you're living differently." Blair nodded. "It's like weather, man. You wouldn't wear a winter coat in the middle of summer."

[ooc: so sorry for the late reply! *kicks lj*]

"Yeah, but I'm about to have demon bounty hunters all over my ass," Bel said. "Trusting, I'm not gonna be."

"Don't worry, Bel. I'll be here to watch your ass."

Blair paused and shook his head. "Let's pretend that came out sounded much less creepy."

Bel couldn't help but snicker. "Blair, I didn't know you cared," he said.

"I'm all about the caring, man." Blair mumbled from behind his hands.

Bel turned serious. "If any bounty hunters come after me...don't try to talk to them down, Blair. You'll just get yourself killed."

"First off, I'm almost positive that bounty hunters who are after you aren't going to look at me and think 'hey, that hippie looks like our demons buddy'." Blair grinned. "Secondly, I'm all about running for help if things look bad."

It wasn't the truth most of the time, but he wasn't willing to risk Bel's life on his negotiation skills.

Bel nodded. "Zotar demons are bad news. They're not all that tough, but they can track and they're pretty focused on their goal when they have one."

"Is that the kind of demon you are?" Blair asked, taking a couple of quick notes.

Bel shook his head. "No, I'm a...well, we don't really have a word for it. Just upper level demon."

"You're a yuppie demon?" Blair snickered.

Bel glared. "I'm a member of the Brotherhood of the Thorn and an elite servant of the Source," he said. "You don't get much higher up than that."

"*cough*yuppie*cough*" Blair teased.

"I am not!"

"Neither are you a member of the brothers of the hoodies or an elite lapdog of the source." Blair shrugged. "That's in the past."

"Once you're a member of the Brotherhood, you're a member for life," Bel said reluctantly. "We share a blood bond."

"So what does that mean? You have to pay dues or show up for the brotherhood reunions? Get hit up for couch space whenever a fellow brother comes into town?"

Bel shook his head and laughed. "Something like that," he said.

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