Advanced Bird Haberdashery, Wednesday, period 2

[betterthanaplan]

You could hear Duke's classroom from the other end of the hallway. You could smell it, too. The bird of the week let out a squawking croak that made it sound more like it should be a frog than a bird, and had a smell that had earned it the nickname "skunkbird". They flounced gracelessly from desk to desk, trying to eat anything vaguely leaf-like they could find.

Including the instructions for the weekly hat making.

"Right," Duke said, looking at the shredded paper with an expression of vague despair. "So this week we've got the hoatzin. Not sure who decided that frill needed to be squashed by a hat, but here we are. Considering the, uh, odiferous nature of our guests this week — and the fact that they ate the hat patterns — I'm going to say we're taking it easy this week, and making the simplest hat known to man, outside of just sticking a bowl on its head: a beanie. So . . . a bowl made out of yarn or fabric. You're going to have to figure out how yourselves, though." One of the birds landed right in front of him, and he gagged faintly. "Good luck, and try to breathe through your mouth or something."

Sex Education, Wednesday, March 18, 2020

[sith_happened]

Truth be told, Anakin was growing kind of fond of the blanket forts, and it was a good thing because they weren't going anywhere for a while.

"Hi," he said from his desk where his Jedi robes were basically pajamas anyway. "Today we're watching a movie."

No one wants to watch the Miracle of Birth, Anakin. No one.

"It's called the Miracle of Birth."

The Cryptozoologist's Field Guide, Thursday, Period Two

[firstofitskind]

There were no cryptids, holographic or otherwise, in the Danger Room when the class walked in today. Instead, it was set up to be something akin to a drive-in, only instead of cars there were various floaties and inner tubes bobbing around in a large, in-ground swimming pool. At one end was a float-up concession stand, with soda and candy and, yes, even popcorn.

"Hey kids," Verity said lazily, from where she was relaxing on a float shaped like a dragon - William specifically, though no one but Liam was likely to realize that. She had a bright pink drink in her hand, complete with paper umbrella. "We're being lazy today."

"It's no blanket fort," Liam offered apologetically, from his own float (an inflatable shaped like a popsicle, if anyone was wondering). "But hopefully you can still get comfortable." Sidon if he were there, at least, would certainly have no trouble with that.

When everyone had settled into a floatie and grabbed a snack, Verity started the video - not a movie, but a recent show that had come out on Netflix. "November Cabal is a show about a family that belongs to a monster-killing organization - at least the parents do. The children have been left in the dark about everything. Give the first episode a watch and, if you like it, feel free to binge the rest in your blanket forts later."

Verity had feelings about this show. SO MANY FEELINGS.

Which Liam had heard all about! At length! In great detail! He was not without some feelings of his own, naturally, but they were far less… impassioned, let's say. Yes.

Whether the students decided to watch the show on the screen or the one by their teacher, they were in for an entertaining time.