fandomhigh | Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

Pinkie had the Danger Shop programmed to resemble a bucolic field, almost cartoon-like in its bright cheerfulness, full of lush green grass and tiny pink and purple flowers.

At one end of the field was a copse of trees, behind which lurked a slightly dilapidated creepy shack.

Pinkie was willing to make some concessions to Derek's personal style. Because Pinkie was nice like that. Unlike the other teacher there.

The moment class was scheduled to begin, the Danger Shop doors slid shut (hope no one was late on their first day), and a breeze kicked up, making the tiny flowers sway and dance. A vibrant pink, purple, and yellow hot air balloon drifted over the gathered students and slowly, as if by magic, came to a gentle landing on a clear patch of grass. Pinkie leaned over the side of the basket, madly waving her hooves. Derek glowered. As was his wont. Pinkie leaped from the basket, struck a pose, and without further ado, began to sing:

"You are all our students, YAY!
You make us shout hip hip hooRAY!
So we will start our class today,
with a happy, happy song!*
TAKE IT, DEREK!"

Pinkie jumped to the side, tossing a top hat and black cane at Derek. Both of which were watched as they fell to the floor after hitting him. Because Derek was not meant for musical theater, kids. Terribly sorry about that.

"Hi." That was downright cheerful for him!

Pinkie blinked. Then started applauding. "Let's hear it for Derek Hale, fillies and gentlecolts!" When the applause died down -- or, well, hers did, anyway -- Pinkie threw her hooves in the air again and beamed at the students. "And I'm Pinkie Pie! And this. . . ." Was that an actual drum roll? ". . . is FRIENDSHIP 101!"

Derek rubbed his forehead for a moment, as though to clear his thoughts of all the insanity that went hand in hand with Pinkie. "If you're in the wrong class, leave now." Like he wished he could... "If not, introduce yourselves."

He was going about this all wrong. Pinkie should have made him rehearse.

"You could tell us your name!" she said. "Ooo! And your favorite color. And OH OH OH! Tell us about your bestest friend in the WHOOOOOLE wide multiverse! That'll be fun, right, Derek?"

"Sure." Loads of fun for all!

"Ooo, and we could use some TAs." Pinkie nodded seriously. "TAing for Friendship is very important work."

* tune unknown. Feel free to make it up yourself!

[ooc: cowritten with the delightful

justlurkinghere, natch]

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When they ping in

Pinkie was not likely to stop bouncing during the entire class period.

"Hi," Juliet said as she came over after class. "So this is my last semester? And I was your TA before, with Miley? So I am completely the best-qualified person here to be a TA."

"You are!" Pinkie said, applauding happily. "Yay, you're a TA!" Careful, or she might try to write a song out of that. "But booo, last semester! Are you graduating?"

"I am, I have to," Juliet said, as if she would stay behind if it were an option. "It's time for me to go out into the great big world and find my place in it."

Or for her to go to a lot of parties, dabble in acting, and sponge off her parents. Same thing.

"And thank you for the job. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't! And going out into the world can be a great adventure, don't worry! That's how I ended up here, after all, and before that, how I ended up in Ponyville, where I met all my best friends!"

Derek was indeed there for you kids. And by 'there' we mean 'surly and attempting to find a shadowy corner to lurk in'. Goddamn magical field of flowers not supplying one.

Emily just had to talk to this guy-er, teacher. You know that when the one serious adult is the one thing off in the picture something is terribly wrong.

"May I ask you something," started Emily, unsure of how to address Derek. "Um, Sir?"

Oh, the look you were getting for calling him 'sir', Emily.

"What."

She has to pretend to be polite with everyone, it's not her fault. She'll probably right that wrong soon though.

"So, um." Wow this guy was actually intimidating. That was not something Emily had felt too often. "So, I know how some of us don't even sign for classes yet end up in them- I didn't sign myself into any of mine, for example, and neither half the people here it seems to be something that. Happens." Oh look, he made her rant!

"But you don't really look like you want to be here. That...is odd."

It was the monochromatic color scheme combined with the leather and brooding loner attitude. If only that actually worked to scare people off here...

"You don't say no to Pinkie Pie."

Look at her, Emily. Look at those hopeful little eyes full of evil.

As if the whole loner getup didn't work in the exact opposite way.

Emily blinked in obvious confusion. "Well, I don't think I want to say anything to...it? Her? Did...Pikie Pie threaten you or something?" Was this island far more into weird stuff than she had thought? Maybe she was being intimidated by the wrong person.

"I mean, besides the fact it's a little pink talking horse, it looks pretty harmless."

Derek gave her a look that was something akin to pity. "Yeah. Harmless."

Until she gave you feelings.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine with her," he said, cutting right to the heart of the matter. With sarcasm.

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Mercy waited till there was a relatively private moment to go over to him. "Um... are you going to have a problem with me in class?"

A lifetime of history with werewolves and there disdain for her coyote self had her wanting to get things out there right off the bat. And of course, had her making the assumption that he'd know what she was.

"No." He gave her a supremely unimpressed look. Which meant it was pretty much the same as his normal look. "Are you?"

She shrugged. "Depends on whether you have a burning desire to kill any coyotes who end up in your territory."

It had been a good two years now since the last attempt on her life and she was kind of hoping to keep that streak going.

"It's not my territory." A bloo bloo bloo, Derek. Poor lil' omega.

Mercy blinked at him. Back home if a werewolf lived/worked/hunted/breathed/(taught?) there, they considered it their territory - pack position notwithstanding.

(And an omega werewolf was undoubtedly something entirely different in her world.)

"It's... not?"

"No." Be more loquacious, Derek!

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Out of all the grumpy, antisocial people in the room, Derek looked like he might be the one who hated other living creatures the most.

So, naturally, Bucky found his way underfoot and tried to rub against Derek's legs.

Derek was just going to glare down at the cat. And then attempt to push it away with his foot. Because he was full of rage.

Like a cat.

That foot was the perfect place to try to curl up and snuggle. Because Bucky was being all enigmatic and stuff. It was the feline mystique!

"Hey, do you mind, Buttercup?!" he growled up at Derek. "I was here first!"

"Off," Derek growled right on back.

"What, no 'I don't even like cats'? If you're not going to do this right, I don't see why I should bother."

"How about 'off before I kick you into a wall' instead?" Derek was very helpful like that.

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