fandomhigh | Firearms and You #6 (Thursday period 2)

John was waiting for the class in the Danger Shop. The usual coffee was provided by the sign in sheet. For the moment the table with those items on it was all that was visible in the room.

"Good morning," John greeted them. "I'm sorry I missed the last two classes, but I understand my sons provided you with some... unique targets to practice with. We're going to continue along in that mode today."

"Origiinally this would have been our paintball class out in the woods, but I thought you all might be more inspired with a different senario." John clicked on something on the room remote he was holding and an exact replica of Umbridge's office, complete with kitten plates appeared.

"You never know when you might need to do an ambush or a blitz attack," he said with a faint smile. "You'll each have a turn to go into our little shooting range with a paintball rifle and one minute to see how many points you can get. Everything in the room is worth something --" He pushed another button and a frozen replica of Umbridge herself appeared in the seat behind the desk, "-- but I'm sure you can guess what is worth the most points.

"Be aware though, that your main target will be firing back so you're going to have to duck and dodge as well." He looked around with a wolfish grin. "You wants to go first?"

At the end of class, John nodded approvingly at them. "Well done. Now of course weapons -- even non lethal ones such as these paint ball guns shouldn't be used except in certain circumstances. There are however some variations you can do if you want to just play a game with them -- waterguns with koolaid or other slightly staining substance can work wonderfully." He paused. "Not that I'm advocating playing this senario out in real life. That would, of course be against our beloved Headmaster's rules. And that's all I'm going to say on that subject. Except to say, don't get caught. Class dismissed."

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"She frakked with your mind?" repeated Anders, giving her a brief, grateful smile at the relief from the pain. "That's not . . . no. You don't frakking do that."

"She did," Savannah nodded. "I went to tell her to stop messing with my friends. Next thing I know... I'm talking to her like she's the nicest lady I have ever met." She looked at him. "My eyes were doing fuzzy things and I was forgetting things. I have been doing that spell since before I could walk... and I forgot part of it and it backfired on me."

It didn't take too much effort on Anders's part to imagine what it would be like if his mind got messed with that way, and how he would feel if he suddenly couldn't do all the basic Pyramid moves he'd been doing since he could walk. "You're okay, though, right? I mean, it didn't hurt you?"

"Just some scrapes and a large bruise on my shoulder. Chris cleaned that one up for me."

"I'll have to thank him," Anders said, an odd look crossing his face at the thought. "I'm glad you're okay, little sis. I really am. But I'm just extra pissed at her now."

"That bitch is going to pay. She hurt Annette, messed with Johnny, hurt Sam... messed with me..."

"And Bridge," Anders added heatedly, deciding in light of the voicemail he'd gotten a week or so ago to leave out the fact that Phoebe had gotten hurt too. "My best friend and the nicest guy I know, and she cast a heat-breath spell on him on his and Xander's anniversary."

Savannah looked even angrier. "Can I shoot her with paint guns?"

"Well . . ." Anders frowned thoughtfully. "I'd hate for anyone to think Mr. Winchester gave us the idea, but me and someone else were thinking about something with Nerf guns and magicked darts . . ."

"I want in on that.

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