fandomhigh | Good Omens...And Bad: Prophecy in Theory and Practice, Class Fifteen

Monday, December 18, First Period

Extra care seems to have been put into the spread of breakfast offerings this morning -- muffins, bagels, coffeecake, spice bread, and scones. As well as plenty of hot beverages, and several types of juice. Aziraphale appears to be in a particularly mellow mood, although he frowns now and again when the thought crosses his mind that this is the very last meeting for this class.

"First off, I want to tell all of you how very much I've enjoyed teaching you, and just getting to know you. I'm going to miss this class terribly, and I do hope that even if you don't enroll in my class next term, you'll still stop by for a visit now and again.

Today, in place of a lecture, we're going to have an open discussion. I want to hear your views on what we've covered in class this term, and I also want to hear any questions that might have gone unanswered. There'll be a drop box for your final group projects to be turned in outside my office door, and it will remain there until Friday afternoon.

Truly, this has been a remarkable experience for me, and although I do expect to be seeing some of you for our final lab session on Friday, I want to thank all of you for making my very first teaching experience a wonderful and memorable one."

[ooc: No lecture today, but there ~~will be~~ are OCD threads for the discussion Aziraphale mentioned.]

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Any idle chatter in which you wish to engage.

Bel was just a little distracted, mulling over possible scenarios for the trip to the Underworld.

Anders was not at all directing a glare in Bel's direction.

He really wasn't. It was more of a sullen look.

Bel refrained from headdesking. Barely.

He knew he couldn't keep avoiding Anders forever, but it wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to having. "Uh, hey," he said a little awkwardly.

And yeah, the avoiding? Making Anders a little cranky. Okay,a lot. "Busy weekend?" he asked flatly.

"I was in Tortall," Bel answered. "That's where Alanna's from. She got made a knight and invited me along to witness it. I, uh, looked for you when I got back, but I didn't see you around."

"Remind me to congratulate her. Oh, and did you maybe try knocking on my door?" asked Anders, who was not buying it at all. "Since I was in my room pretty much all weekend. I mean, it's usually a good place to start."

"I didn't know if you were busy or anything," Bel said lamely.

"I have a phone, too," Anders pointed out. His eyebrow was slowly but very, very surely making its way up toward his hairline.

"You know, I don't think I have your number," Bel said.

Anders tapped his notebook significantly with his pen. "That can be fixed," he said.

And put the pen in his mouth.

~~Because he's evil like that.~~

Bel may have squirmed just a little.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "So, what's the number?" he said, all casual-like.

"555-CBUC," Anders told him. The pen was still in his mouth, and when he started talking it started to fall out, which required a little creative tongue maneuvering to prevent.

Bel bent his head over the phone, trying very hard not to look at Anders's tongue. Or think about his tongue. Or what he could do with that tongue. "So, yeah," he said. "Now I have it."

"Uh huh." Pen still in mouth, same maneuvering required. "So next time you say you're gonna come hang out and something else comes up, you know how to get a hold of me."

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Because she was going to go away for the holidays and would not see him; Maia laid a candycane on Bel's desk as she passed.

"Hey, thanks," Bel said as she set the candy cane down.

Maia smiled at him. "No problem. Have a good Christmas."

"You, too," Bel said.

Phoebe had sat near Cole and now was watching Anders and Cole and getting a headache from the strong emotions. So, she tried to focus on other things.

Must not feel guilty when empathic girlfriend was there.
Must not feel guilty when empathic girlfriend was there.
Must not feel guilty when empathic girlfriend was there.

Flail.

Phoebe gave Cole a look, feeling really, really confused about what she was picking up from the flaily boyfriend.

Cole leaned over to her seat and put his hand over hers. "Love you," he said softly.

She smiled at him. "I love you, too."

Maia walked by Phoebe's desk and sat a candycane down on the corner of it. She slipped her fingers onto her arm for a moment before taking her seat near the back of the class as usual.