Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period

[nuclear_snide]

Bob was uncharacteristically silent as the students filed in, and he stood there and looked at them all for a long moment once they were there. A class on defence against magic, and he had failed half of them already.

Bob sighed.

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Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

[vdistinctive]

Class today met in a completely padded room. Not, like, a mental ward padded room, just a big gymnasium type room with mats glued to the walls and floors (and ceiling). Scattered all over were pillows of varying sizes, from little goofy throw pillows to giant feather mattresses. They came in all sorts of shapes as well as sizes, from simple squares to fluffy hippos.

Eliot stood in the midst of the whole thing with a bear shaped pillow in a casual choke hold. "I, uh. Wanted to apologize for not bein' in class, last week," he said. "And -- bein' kind of an ass before that."

Parker was standing next to him, hugging one of those purple hippos pillows. “And he means it.” She gave a vehement nod. “Anyway. He’s still getting better, and so are some of you, and we didn’t really have a lot of time to come up with a class. So, pillows!”

"Beat 'em up," Eliot said. "Scream into 'em. Take a nap. We can program some with Gaunt's face on them if you wanted to punch him in the face and didn't get the chance." Eliot may have done some of that before class, yes. Only it wasn't a pillow with his face on it. "Have a damn pillow fight, go nuts."

Parker’s eyes lit up. “Pillow fort!!.. oh, and today is Taco Tuesday. I guess.”

Basic Mis-Intelligence [Monday, Period 2]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was actually in attendance today, though the Danger Shop theatre was decidedly more casual than usual with bean bags instead of chairs.

"Good morning," Bond greeted them. "Now as you've had something of a week, we'll be going with lighter fare this week, with a selection of episodes from an older spy comedy, Acquire Clever. Now it shouldn't require too much brainpower, but if you wish to have a slightly more engaging task, you may attempt to figure out which of the various Bund movies are being referenced in a given episode."

[Class Roster]

How to Develop a Personal Style [Tuesday]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"We beat it," Irene said, smiling at her class proudly as they filed into the Danger Shop. (She had finally, hesitantly programmed it today -- it had been weeks since Kitty's incident with a different Danger-place, and it was silly to avoid this one forever when it was showing no homicidal tendencies.) "Yes, of course I mean the whole thing with Mr. Gaunt, hurrah hurrah for all of you, but I really mean -- we beat winter!" And she was going to applaud for everyone, there, just a wee little golf clap.

It would probably make sense now how today the Danger Shop was programmed to be a very rainy, drizzly day -- not unlike the one outside, actually, but Irene would have had trouble setting up those cabanas she liked to use in actual reality -- and that Irene was wearing a Burberry trenchcoat, matching boots and holding an umbrella.

"Rain is dreary and cold and messes with your hair, but it's my native environment," she said cheerfully. "Londoners, not to mention Seattleites and anyone else who deals with rain on the regular, are used to having to make the dreary fashionable. Much as with the snow, the idea is to look darling without sloshing water around in your boots."

She gestured to the cabanas, making little wavy fingers. "Go, find yourself a raincoat and some rainboots -- I won't hold it against you if you pick out a pair with duckies on them, or something -- and an umbrella, and then come on out to splash about in the rain. It's pretend rain, you won't catch a chill, promise."

The Library, Tuesday

[talentforlying]

Constantine rather doubted anyone was gonna need or want to be at the library, which made today perfect to go in and make sure everything had been returned to the right spot in Special Collections. Not that he didn't trust Barry to do the shelving and get out alive, because he did, but... he didn't trust Barry not to feed it coffee to see what would happen.

The librarian is in, although you'll need to ding the bell a few times for him to hear you.

[Open & OCD free!]

Ethics, Tuesday, March 31, 2015, 2nd period

[sith_happened]

There wasn't a holo set up for today, students. Instead you were faced with two Jedi, one of whom had an extremely sour, even for him, look on his face.

"Right. Apparently we need to have a little discussion on not buying creepy cursed items from guys who sound evil," Anakin began.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. "Anakin," he said, "He did not 'sound evil'. We are teaching an Ethics class. Let us not venture into 'judging people for their parents' choices'."

Anakin made a face at him. "Fiiiiiiine. Don't buy creepy cursed items from guys who are definitely evil."

He stomped on the floor. "Talking to you, too, Fandom."

"Good a lesson as that is, I do not believe it is something that will come up very often for our class," Obi-Wan said mildly, turning to face them. "However, the pursuit of one's heart's desire... and what is justified in doing so... that may be a valuable thing to speak about."

Side-eyeing you a bit, Anakin.

Anakin certainly wasn't blushing at all. Nope. Nothing to see here. Move along. He coughed. "We understand wanting something to be a different way, or seemingly pointless rules that might be preventing you from achieving what you want. We just want to you to stop and think about potential consequences before leaping."

Or marrying in secret. Ahem.

"The classic rule of thumb is that your gains should end where another's suffering begins," Obi-Wan said. "However, in reality, these situations are rather more complex. What is more important than the one thing you may have wanted all your life, that may depend entirely on your situation, your morality, and the world you grew up in."

Anakin nodded. "Like if you really really wanted to be ruling a galaxy with an iron first, other people suffering is not going to be a major philosophical hurdle for you."

"That would be the other extreme," Obi-Wan said, "But... yes. I thought this may be as good a discussion as any: how much does what you want most matter? And how far should anyone be allowed to go for it?"