The Philosophy of Food | Wednesday, 3rd Period

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal pulled the chair to one side of the desk at the front of the room and sat; the desk itself had a number of dishes on it, each neatly covered or cloth-napkin-draped. He waited until he had the right number of students seated in front of him, then nodded and stood.

( Good afternoon. I am Dr. Lecter; this is The Philosophy of Food. I trust you are all in the correct place. )

Hunting 102, Wednesday - 1st Period

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Ah, wasn't it good to come back from a week off to more of these yahoos teaching you about the weird shit out in the world?

"Hey, kids," one of the yahoos said, arms crossed over his chest. "My name's Dean Winchester for all you new kids. And this yeti here is my brother Samantha."

"It's Sam, actually," Sam said with a glare at Dean. Why had he thought the second round of this would be easier than the first? "And we're very glad to see all of you, especially those of you who we've had the pleasure of teaching before."

Dean shrugged at that. Because the nice one was Sam. Unless you were trying to kill Dean. In which case, oh god head for the hills. "Since this is the second half of a class, we're gonna just jump right into the next lesson: cursed objects."

"Now these are exactly what they sound like," Sam said, "objects that have a curse on them for whoever owns the object, or sometimes just for whoever made the mistake of touching it. And getting rid of the curse doesn't just mean getting rid of the object."

"You gotta seal that bad sucker up," Dean added. "Curse boxes. Find yourself a friendly witch or witch doctor to help you put sigils on the container so the curse can't get out and then put that thing somewhere no one can get to it. Because, in a lot of cases, destroying it doesn't always work."

"Now since it's the first week back and there are some new faces, we'd like you all to go around and introduce yourselves. Tell us and everyone else your name, what grade you're going into, and what kind of curse you'd least like to be hit with. Like, for example, I think not being able to read would be the worst curse I could imagine." That's what happened when you were a nerd.

Dean just shot him a look. "Yeah. Sounds horrible."

Library, Wednesday, All Day

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

Sholeh had been having the same argument with her sisters since the summer began: wear cooler clothing. Admittedly, her stays and petticoats and bustle cages weren't exactly comfortable in the heat, but they were familiar. Understandable. Distracting. When people looked at her, they were usually looking at her clothing rather than her. She was invisible, in her own way. Only her clothes stood out.

That suited Sholeh just fine.

Apparently, that wasn't good enough for her sisters who were agitating for clothing that breathed a little more. Also, apparently, they'd somehow gotten the library on their side at some point. Because no matter what Sholeh did or how many magazines she put away, the circulation desk was always covered (sometimes several issues deep) in fashion magazines featuring summer clothing.

*Oooh, that outfit looks comfortable!*

=Look! You can actually move around in that one!=

*I bet lots of people would think you looked nice in this ensemble.*

=You know what's fun? Not dying of heatstroke!=

...Sholeh was going to continue to ignore her sisters and put magazines away. Yes, that sounded like a great idea.

Sentient Pets and You- Thursday- 4th period

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Class was taking place in the Danger Shop today, and made up to look like a normal classroom. Sure, there were reasons for not just being in a normal classroom, but the truth was that Kitty had been dying to get her hands on this room for a year and a half.

So there were cookies set out, and a little purple dragon on her arm.

( here be dragon )