fandomhigh | Period 1: 08 - 08:50AM || Celtic Studies

When the students make their way into class, they find Phoebe perched on the edge of Camulus' desk, swinging her legs back and forth. There's something much different about her, a mixture of hardness and sadness flowing through her, and her eyes are masked. On the black board behind her is written "NOT ALL TRIANGLES ARE FORMED ON PURPOSE OR EASILY BROKEN" in dark red chalk. Once everyone is in their seats, Phoebe looks at each one in turn...well almost each one.

"Professor Camulus has been detained by other responsibilities, so, I'll be teaching the class today. Now, you've been learning about the Celtic Languages and where they originated. Camulus has decreed that that means you will be having a quiz in Gaidhlig on Monday. Translating simple sentences and the polite phrases from Gaidhlig to English."

She stands up and starts passing out handouts to everyone in the class. "Today, we're going to be discussing different Celtic Fairy Tales and Myths. However, these won't just be any kind of myth. These are all going to have a theme in common. That theme? Acts and sacrifices committed in the rashness of strong emotions like anger, love, hate and passion and the repercussions they can have."

After making sure every student had a handout, she returns to the front of the classroom. "First, we have The Story of Deirdre and Naois. Keep in mind while reading this that not all reasons for doing things may fit your definition of logic or intelligence. After discussing this, I'd like everyone to think of times in their lives that they have seen someone make a stupid or rash decision in a high emotion. I give you the choice of either discussing it with the class or writing a 200-word essay to be turned in to me by the end of class."

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Her smile might as well be made of ice.

"Do you always try to get out of promise or commitments you have made, Mr. Turner?"

"There's a big one I was trying to find my way out of," Bel said, looking at Phoebe pointedly. "Guess it doesn't matter, though."

Phoebe returned the pointed look.

"Then I'm going to assume that there are some things that you have found that you couldn't find your way out of...or didn't want to because of promises you ahve made?"

"That's different!" Bel protested, knowing what Phoebe was getting at. "It isn't just a promise. It's something I want, too."

Phoebe's eyes flashed a little dangerously and then went completely blank and empty. "And the disasterous consequences of keeping that promise are not as bad as what your friend knows will happen if she doesn't honour this BLOOD contract ...how again?"

Are you talking about bringing back Angelus and him killing people I love, or the fact you're supposed to kill me, I wonder.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore," Bel grumbled. "You just don't understand."

Phoebe cocked her head to the side. Her voice softened just a fraction. "It doesn't sound like you or your friend do, either," she said.

Bel stood up and started heading for the door. "Yeah, whatever," he muttered.

"Mr. Turner? Don't go because then I'd have to tell Camulus. We can discuss something else instead."

Please, please don't leave. I don't want to be forced to do the detention thing.

"I'm suddenly not feeling very well," Bel said sullenly. "I'd rather go back to my room and lie down. But if you're going to go out of your way to get me in trouble, I'll stay here."

Phoebe felt shame flood through her. Where in the hell had all of that come from?

"I apologize, Mr. Turner. I was out of line. Just stay here and do the rest of the work and you'll hear no more from me."

Phoebe went behind the desk and sat down, not looking up from her notes.

What was wrong with her? She wasn't like this.

Bel grudgingly took his seat again and was silent for the rest of the class.

Phoebe kept her word to him and didn't bother him for the rest of the class. In fact, she really didn't speak much to anyone and just sat there, looking like something was bothering her.

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