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Wilson had carefully dethawed and in some instances reheated the baked goodies that Phale had made and left for his Prophecy class. Schleping them up to the school, the young doctor headed into the class room and supressed a sigh at the homey configuration that reminded him of it's missing professor.

Setting up the baked nummies along with a group of hot beverages ranging from cider to cocoa, Wilson got himself some hot cider and a few gingersnap cookies and then settled down in an armchair to wait for the students to arrive.

When everyone was settled and in their seats, Wilson stood up, carefully took roll then set his cider aside for a moment.

"Good morning. As I'm sure you are all aware, Professor Aziraphale has had to leave us for a bit and I am helping his TAs cover his classes. Aziraphale left behind handouts for today's lab exercises and if you have any questions about the material, please speak with Miss Halliwell or Miss Belacqua. I will also be here if you have any general questions or concerns. Also, I wanted to let you all know that I am looking forward to today's performance. I have a video camera and will be taping it for Aziraphale to enjoy if when he returns."

Giving the class a reassuring smile, Wilson walked to where the handouts were sitting on the desk and began to pass them out to the class.

LAB TWELVE (FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8, SECOND PERIOD)

LECTURE: Onomancy (also sometimes referred to as onomamancy)is the process of divination through one’s name. This style is more frequently seen in China and Japan, where the characters used to spell a name also hold other meanings. It can, however, be done using the traditional meanings of Western names as well.
Onomancy Handout

Graphology, or handwriting analysis, also has a parallel in the
scientific world. The difference is that while the science of analyzing handwriting is done to produce an understanding of the writer’s personality, the divinatory skill is used to produce a prediction for the writer.
Graphology Handout

LAB EXERCISE: Using your handouts, do a name or handwriting divination for yourself or for your lab partner.

[NOTE: This graphology link is available if you want to do a “real” handwriting analysis. This onomancy link
will do name analysis for you.]

[ooc: OCDs for Prophecy Class are ~~on the way~~ up. Class is in session, have at!]

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Bel was in full on sulk mode now. "I need a way to protect Phoebe and myself," he said. "Now that I don't have my powers or anything."

"Bel, think about it. How often were you stopped by a gun?"

"They can do enough damage to slow somebody down," Bel insisted. "Logan shot me, I know what it does."

Wilson shook his head.

"It'll be in the weapon's locker but honestly Bel, you're insulting your own resourcefulness."

"I have to do something," Bel grumbled, clenching his fists in frustration. "I hate feeling so helpless!"

Hunkering down by the chair, Wilson looked up at Bel. He understood the frustration, oh but did he understand the frustration and it wasn't that he was unsympathetic to Bel's situation it was just...trying to make the best out of the bad.

"Bel, listen to me. Take up self-defense, there are plenty of teachers and other students who could help you. Take up the gun club, you'll get to work with it in a school sanctioned environment which will up your skill level if you need it for real. Catch up with someone like ... oh ... Willow or Blair and go over the material that mortals have been gathering on demons for millenium."

Sighing softly, knowing that these might not seem like good options right now, Wilson gave Bel a wan smile.

"Hey, we mortals must have been doing something right all these years, otherwise the demons would have wiped us out ages ago, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," Bel admitted. "I just hate...feeling like this. It sucks."

Wilson smiled ruefully.

"Believe me, Bel. I know how you feel."

"How do you deal with it?" Bel asked quietly.

He didn't answer immediately, taking his time to feel through the best answer to the question.

"That is not an easy question to answer, Bel because sometimes...it's very hard." He admitted truthfully. "Especially when I see you or Phoebe or any of you kids in danger and I want to protect you but in an out and out fight scenario I'd be more a hinderance than an assistance to you."

"Phoebe's going to want to lock me in our room now whenever there's danger," Bel said unhappily.

"She might." Wilson acknowledged.

"Bel, do you think I like running and ducking while you or Phoebe or Aziraphale are standing and fighting? I hate it but to stay in the line of fire would be irresponsible because it would distract them and possibly cause them injury."

Continuing quickly before Bel could bridle, Wilson held up his hands.

"But, but I'm forty years old and I live by my oath to do no harm. To that end I have never learned how to fire a gun, how to kickbox, karate, unarmed combat, armed combat for that matter, how to make explosive devices...hell Bel, you take John Winchester's class, there is so much you could learn from him of how to still fight, how to protect, skills that can only serve you and your needs and that aren't something that can be twisted and controled beyond your desires."

"I still know stuff about demons," Bel agreed. "I know how they think and what they're gonna do."

"And that is going to give you not one but two edges in any confrontation. You'll have that knowledge and the other side, isn't always going to expect it of you." Wilson said, definitely trying to build up the strong points here.

"I'm not gonna stay cooped up in the library or anything," Bel insisted.

Wilson smiled a little ruefully.

"How often have you seen me staying in the library?"

Bel scratched his head. "I guess not often," he said just as ruefully.

"Exactly." Wilson said with a chipper little grin. Then he sobered and reached out to give Bel's shoulder a supportive squeeze.

"Use tomorrow to do some thinking, without the concerns of what's out there or the pressures of what to say to whom. You'll be safe, you know you will and so will Phoebe. Nothing is going to hard either of you while you're here in the school."

Bel nodded. "I will," he promised. Whether he would or not remained to be seen, of course.

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