fandomhigh | Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

When students came into the classroom today, they'd find their teacher, a somewhat gaunt man dressed in too much black leather for the weather with flame gouting from his face and chest, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed in front of him, glowering somewhat toward the doorway. Possibly at them. Maybe not.

//At least I didn't have to get up early for this,// he said, once it looked like the last of his students had settled in. //I'm Jonothon Starsmore, and welcome to...// There was a pause, there, where he would have liked to put a sigh, if only he was able, //... Brooding for Dummies.//

The one upside to only being able to speak telepathically was that it was very easy to put as much disgust and annoyance into those three words as Jono pleased.

//Where apparently I'm supposed to teach you all how to look tragic or something.// He threw up his hands in a gesture of frustrated surrender. //Unfortunately, since th'school board won't let me light all your faces on fire to get that bit out of the way, and apparently since they believe sign-ups mean there's a clear interest in brooding as a practical skill, I've been informed I have to actually teach this. They've provided a syllabus I need to follow and everything. So, today, introductions. Name, how you prefer to brood, and why the hell you took this bloody class.//

Why were you doing this to him, kids? Why?

//And then, I don't know, sit around and demonstrate your brooding techniques for the class. We'll critique your form or something.//

What was his life?

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Jono threw a pencil at Hannibal.

Hannibal caught it. "I would have thought one key to the activity was not acknowledging anybody else, or are you determined not to give up all your secrets on the first day?"

He came over to the desk and tapped Jono's hand with the pencil lightly. "Shall I invite Iris over for dinner?"

Jono could take whichever meaning of that he wanted to; both were on offer, albeit one was less serious than the other.

Jono rolled his eyes toward the ceiling at that.

//Not for dinner. But you can cook for her, if you like. I'll spend that entire time pondering revenge.//

Hannibal shook his head. "And how long do you believe this grudge will last? Until the end of your class?"

//Oh no,// Jono replied, almost cheerfully. //I can hold a grudge far, far longer than that.//

Take Warren, for example.

"I'm aware," Hannibal answered, still amused. "But do you plan on it?"

//Why, were you hoping for advance warning?//

Because he was probably going to spend the rest of the summer plotting this, whatever 'this 'was.

"Merely curious," Hannibal answered. "Although if you intend to involve me then yes, advance warning would be preferable."

//I'll keep that in mind,// Jono replied, shrugging. //Can't see needing to, but I'm choosing to take that as an offer, now.//

Because Hannibal wsn't the only brat in the room.

"That would depend upon what you'd like me to do," Hannibal said. "I should, of course, be obliged to take your side, but Iris is a friend as well."

Also either side could crush him easily, so he wasn't about to get too in the middle of this.

Hey, so long as it was all in good fun, there would be no crushing.

Probably.

//She's a friend of mine too,// Jono pointed out. //She's just even farther along my shit list than Lee was that one time she tried to roast marshmallows.//

"I still haven't heard the entire story behind that one," Hannibal mused. "Don't worry; I'll ask Ms Lee. What sorts of revenge are you contemplating?"

Jono shrugged, looking thoughtful.

//Taste of her own medicine,// he mused. //A class, to make up for the class. It's only fair, innit?//

"More than fair," Hannibal pointed out, "since the next term will have significantly more classes than this one. What shall she teach - applied botanical chemistry? Physical education? Hairdressing?" She would no doubt be good at any of those. "Skiing?"

//Winter sports,// Jono replied, with a definitive nod. //Something she'll resent at least half as much as I resent this.//

Which was a lot.

"That would likely do it," Hannibal agreed. "And in the meanwhile, what will do you with this class?"

//Teach it,// Jono sighed, //because only an idiot pisses off a moose.//

Science fact.

"Clearly." Hey, Hannibal wasn't going to piss off a moose, either. "But what will you teach them?"

Jono tilted his head a little.

//How to brood,// he replied. And then, a few moments later, he hedged, //healthily, and productively. Even brooding has its place.//

"And you do do it very well," Hannibal said, grinning and kissing the top of Jono's head.

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