Monomyths [Tuesday, January 5, Period 3]

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The good thing about being a spy for over two hundred years was that you learned to fake things really well. Benefits to on-the-job seductions aside, it meant that right now, Cindy appeared to be a confident and relaxed veteran teacher of hundreds of classes.

Although those classes were clearly taught at roughly the same time as Cindy looked far too young to teach a hundred anything back-to-back.

She smiled at her class as they filed in and then rose to lean against the front of her desk to begin the lecture. “I’m Cindy Perrault--” ha ha, Bigby was so funny “--and welcome to Monomyths,” she said, giving the class a smile. “We’ll be discussing the masculine and feminine heroic journeys. Now, some of you may have heard of Joseph Campbell and his Hero’s Journey. This class is not about him and his ideas, unless I suddenly have a lot more time than I expect to. So those of you who have heard of Campbell, forget him and those of you who haven’t—-be grateful.”

( No, seriously. Nice enough guy until he started going on about all his pet theories. Then it was all ‘blah, blah, follow your bliss, preferably into my pants, blah blah.’ )

[TAs have already been chosen, FYI. OCD on its way up!]

Concepts of Justice and The Law [Period 4, Class #1, Jan 5]

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At the start of class, there was a tall blonde woman leaning against the teacher's desk. She was wearing a business suit, and amusing herself by idly flicking through a file she had brought with her. When the clock struck 1, she cleared her throat and began.

( Concepts of Justice and The Law )

"But, before I get ahead of myself." She pointed to a random student. "Introductions. Tell me your name, why you picked this class, and what law enforcement and justice is like where you're from."

Living With Difficult Women [Tuesday, Period 5]

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With his high level of expertise on the subject, Max hadn't really prepped for class today, or even looked at the class roster. He'd planned to simply launch into an introduction of the topic and outline the goals for the class. He walked in, smiled at his gathered students, and froze.

There were difficult women in his class. Difficult women that he had not brought in to use as examples. He wasn't sure that revealing to them the secret techniques used to make living with them possible would be all that good an idea. After all, as difficult women they were sure to use their knowledge of such techniques to counter them, and make life more difficult for everyone involved.

So, obviously, Max needed a plan. There had to be a way to deal with this problem, after all. Unfortunately he wasn't quick enough on his feet to come up with one on the spot. Max needed a distraction. Max needed...

"That introduction thing. You all know how it works by now. Get to it. And I think that telling us why you're in this class would be helpful." How many of them were spies?

Library [01.5]

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As was typical at the start of a semester, Anemone came tearing into the library moments before her shift. Two bags slung over her shoulder, ref board tucked under her arm, and Gulliver clinging to the back of her coat for dear life.

The first bag got stashed under her desk, the ref board went up against the door for Special Collections, and Anemone shoved the lifting googles back up on to her hat so that she didn't look like a mad scientist. Needing to catch a portal that was up in the stratosphere was awesome, and yet so totally inconvenient. And shuttles were boring.

The second bag was carefully opened up, and cookies and pie were put out on the front desk with a little sign saying 'Welcome New Students! Stop here first!' It was the easiest way Anemone had discovered to keep them from accidentally wandering off where they shouldn't go.

The Fandom High Library is open, and the library aide is about, except for third period.

[Follow the bouncing OCD!]

Magical Ethics: Week 1, Period 1

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Alysha was attempting to look like a real grown up teacher-person as she sat carefully behind her desk, waiting for all the students to arrive. At least she hadn't ended up teaching art. No matter what her dad had said about her skills with macaroni and glue, Alysha was totally confident that art was not for her. Ethics on the other hand, was pretty much hilarious given the Gales' approach to making the world bend around them. Usually not literally.

She stood up once all the seats were filled. "Good morning, everyone," she said with a tiny smile. "I'm Alysha Gale, and this is Magical Ethics. If you're in the wrong class, you probably should leave now. If you're not awake yet cause it's too damn early, get more coffee next week."

"In this class, we're to talk about the ethics of magical use. Do people who use magic or have innate powers or who can simply do things that others can't have certain obligations to the rest of society? Should magic users be treated differently? Should they have different kinds of rights? Just because you can create water out of thin air, is it your responsibility to do it when people are dying of thirst? If you can fly, is it your responsibility to catch someone falling?"

Alysha raised an eyebrow. "Now from what I know of the school here, I'm guessing a lot of you are going to have different opinions on all this stuff, and that's totally cool. Have different opinions, argue, and actually talk about this shit - stuff. I don't give a crap if you're tactful, but keep it civil or leave. If you leave, come talk to me in my office hours or after class. I'm not reffing anyone dropping their gloves in here." That only happened at home when her cousins got overeager on the hockey rink.

"Right," she surveyed the class, flexing her fingers and barely keeping from retracing the charm on the desk to allow her to hear any whispering in the classroom. "I'm told introductions are traditional on the first day, but whatever. We'll get to all of that. For now, I'd like you all to pair up and talk about what you think about this whole idea. What's ethical magic usage? Can you make a rain of frogs just for kicks? Can you change someone's mind to make things easier for yourself? For your country? Try it out and see where you all disagree. I'll be walking around and listening in. After class if Edmund Pevenise and Tony Foster would stop by to have a chat, I'd appreciate it."

DADA for Muggles [period 3, Wednesday]

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Remus was in high spirits today. Part of it was the new term. Part of it was that the full moon had been last week, and he was in the first week of a new cycle. It didn't matter -- either way, he was smiling congenially at the class as they filed in.

"Good morning, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts for Muggles. First, we need to define some important vocabulary. A muggle is what we call a non-magical person at home, though of course magic users are welcome in this class as well. You'll have to forgive any curiosity on my part. I'm still adjusting to the way other magic and wizards work in comparison to my own experiences."

Sirius was already leaning against the desk he'd found so comfortable last semester, glancing around the room for familiar faces. Since no one seemed to be screaming and running from the room when they saw him, he was optimistic for a quiet term.

"Dark Arts also seems to be defined differently, based on your own personal experiences," Sirius added. "We hope to find some common ground and help to provide you with some practical defenses for fighting evils of all kinds."

Especially the DVD player. The evil, evil DVD player.

"So, first, the introductions, which we're given to understand are customary on the first day." Remus gave Sirius a pleased, sidelong look. He was going to enjoy this. Though, out of kindness, he didn't ask their favorite subject in school. Sirius might have put an angered kneazle in his room as revenge. "So, your name, your favorite type of sweet, and what you consider a dark art. I'll go first. I'm Remus Lupin, I'm partial to Chocolate Frogs, and I think the dark arts comprise any number of practices that endanger lives or reduce the enjoyment thereof." He gave Sirius an expectant look.

Sirius gave him a slightly sour one in reply. "I'm Sirius Black," he said, "I love Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and the dark arts also include curses, charms and hexes that hurt others or yourself." He pointed a finger at a student at random. "Your turn. And for the rest of you, no repeating what another student says. That means you'll have to listen to each other."

He looked quite pleased with himself for thinking of that. See? He was getting the hang of this teaching bit.