How To Avoid Misadventure, Monday

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"'Ello there, students," Alistair said, his accent only a little overexaggerated. He felt naked without his sword around, though he did still have his shield firmly tied to his back. (He'd protested that it was 'mostly decorative, unless someone takes a swing at me', and then he'd pointed out that it didn't even have any sharp bits, and...) He looked cheerful, though, and if the armor he was wearing was heavy, he wasn't admitting to it. "Welcome to How To Avoid Misadventure Class. I'm Alistair, I'm a Grey Warden, and I've got a fair bit of experience with misadventure, if I do say so myself." Beat. "Which I do. Anyway, this lovely creepy woman over here is..."

"Tis certain, one of your instructors is more prone to misadventure and stupidity over the other," Morrigan added sweetly. "Luckily for you, 'tis not I."

"I am called Morrigan. And as you are being inflicted with the misadventures of a Warden not yet old enough to be without his masters, I am here to provide balance, not being prone to misadventure myself."

Mostly because any issues Morrigan ran into were easily dealt with using fire or fangs, but that was a small detail.

"Really," Alistair said. His eyebrow lifted. "I find that very hard to believe. What was that your mother wrote about stockings...?"

He had limited blackmail material, but by the Maker, he'd use it.

"My mother says whatever amuses her most, and 'tis not usually worth it to question her meaning," Morrigan stated. "But if we are to discuss mothers, please, enlighten us about yours. Did she put your name in your socks for you, or did you start that after joining the Wardens?"

"My mother is dead, not that it's any of your business," Alistair said. Mildly. "The Templars put their names on their socks, it's how we keep them apart in the laundry, if you've ever heard of that at all."

"You cannot wash your own clothes, and thus, must rely on someone else to do it for you," she replied smartly. "Tell me, how does it feel not to know how to use soap?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Alistair asked. "I feel like I have to constantly move to stay upwind from you."

It was clear they had completely forgotten the point of the lesson by now.

Perhaps Alistair had, but Morrigan didn't expect much else from a baby Warden. "Let this be your first lesson," she sighed. "Always be sure to choose your own party members, least ye be stuck with someone less than desirable."

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah," Alistair said, rolling his eyes. "Let's get around to the first exercises, shall we? 'I'm going on adventure, and I'm taking with me...'"

Social Activism- Monday- Period 1- Class #1

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Hermione loved the start of a new class, and today was no exception. In fact, having two sessions a summer made it seem a lot like the very first day of a new school year twice in a matter of months. Add in the fact that they were in London and Hermione was a happy girl today.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Social Activism. You can call me Miss Granger," she greeted them with a smile. And yes, she was still sticking with the Miss Granger thing. "If you're in this class, you're probably either here because of a paperwork error, or because you're interested in bringing about some kind of change in the world. Hopefully most of you are here for the second reason.

"To give you a little background on my experience here, when I was fourteen I started the Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare, also known as S.P.E.W." She pronounced every letter separately and would get very upset if anyone called it 'Spew.' "There were house elves who worked as unpaid servants at my school and for some of the wizarding families that were being treated unfairly, and needed someone to stand up for them." No, they'd been fine on their own. "I tried to get the word out about the conditions in which they were working, organized clothing drives in order to free them, even fought for their rights back home while I was a student here." Please, please don't ask her how. "I think a lot of the time, people want to make a difference, but don't think they can or don't know where to start, especially when you're younger. But I managed to do some good-" Debatable. "-and I hope to be able to teach you how to be able to do the same." Truth. She was misguided in her cause, but she had a good system going. "Now, in this class we're going to learn about the different methods you can use in order to get things done, but first, I'd like to get to know who you are and what you're passionate about. So I'd like everyone to go around the room and tell me your name, year in school, and a cause you feel strongly about."

Library, Monday

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Classes had started up again, which had William in a rather jovial mood as he opened up the library.

The books themselves were in a jovial mood as well it seemed, at least judging by the fact that they'd somehow managed to set off fireworks. Indoors.

"Come on now!" he scolded. "That can't be safe! What if you set something on fire?"

Cooking for Beginners and Not-So-Beginners, Monday 3, Week 1

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There was a sign on the classroom door this Monday, reading, Why are you here? It's a holiday. Take a cupcake and go.

Below said sign was a table containing, yes, a plate of cupcakes done with red, white, and blue icing. Take one and go enjoy the rest of your holiday. He said one. You know who you are.

Try Not To Die!! [Tuesday, July 5th]

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Anyone who might have been nervous about showing up for the first day of a workshop with a worrisome name (and two exclamation points) to find an intimidating-looking teacher would get a pass on that today; rather than Anakin waiting for them all by the London docks they'd find Tahiri, hands tucked behind her back and her feet bare as always.

"Hello, everyone," she said rapidly but clearly once the students had assembled. "Master Skywalker's away today, but he'll be back next week. If any of you haven't gotten a chance to explore our new neighboring city yet, now's the day you get to do it."

She gestured to the clue box she stood beside. "Here's how this works: you have two tasks to complete by the end of the class period before you come check in with me -- no, I'm not telling you where to find me yet. Figuring that out'll be part of your job. And I'd really rather not have to explain any roster changes to Master Skywalker next week, so please." She stepped away from the clue box and gestured to the class. "Please try not to die."

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

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So. Teaching.

When the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles students arrived for class today, they would find their teacher ungodly attractive standing at the front of the room, clad in an expensive suit with his ankle tracker left deliberately visible on the outside of his pants. Some might argue that that would hurt his credibility as a teacher. Neal saw it differently. 

“Welcome to Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles,” he said once everyone was seated. “I’m going to be upfront with you and tell you that teaching isn’t something I ever planned to be doing. But you’re here and I’m here, and it’s my job to teach you all a little something about being wily and persuasive – and most of all, successful.” 

“But first,” he continued, “I’m going to challenge you all. A lot of teachers might have you introduce yourselves on the first day. I want you to bullshit me.” He doubted this was the kind of school where he could come under fire for using bad language, but if it was, it wasn’t like he’d ever gotten a high school diploma or sufficient experience in a high school environment to teach him that. “Introduce yourselves and try to convince me you’re someone else. Your classmates and I will be free to ask you questions to try and trip you up. Starting now.”

He pointed at someone, then gestured to the front of the room and took a seat on top of an empty desk in the first row. “Go.”

Winter Sports, Monday, Period Two

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Bond had informed his class that they should meet him in the Danger Shop this morning. When they arrived they found themselves standing at the top of a very long, very steep track with a small sled placed at the starting line.

"Good morning, and welcome to Winter Sports, which I trust will need very little explanation of the course material," Bond, who just happened to be wearing a bodysuit, helmet, and booties, began. "Today we'll be starting with luge. Now, luge is considered one of the most dangerous sports today, so even with the Danger Shop's safety protocols, you'll first be changing into the provided safety gear."

After the class had changed, he continued. "Now, I could give you a very long and detailed lecture on the history of luge, and the physics of it, but really, the point of the class is doing, so you'll be taking turns to go down the track one by one before we do introductions at the bottom of the track. Now if you'll watch me for the correct form."

With that, Bond sat on the sled and launched himself down the track.

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