fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony Class of 2006

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As the sun disappeared below the horizon on Monday evening, large, bright lights came on, illuminating the front lawn of Fandom High. There was a stage area with several chairs for the administration and special guests, as well as a podium and microphone. On the grass in front of the stage are rows and rows of chairs for parents, guardians, siblings and friends of the graduating seniors, as well as enough chairs for any faculty, townies and students who decide to attend. There is an aisle free down the middle and reserved seats in the front row for the graduating seniors.

All in all, the place looks fantastic decked out in blue and gold thanks to the efforts of the freshmen on the graduation committee.

Oh yes. Then there's the inflatable gremlin filled with helium off to the side that's the size of the building. It looks kind of cute, actually, just floating there while tied to the ground.

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"As you should be, they're all very special girls. Especially Phoebe here." He grinned over at her and squeezed her hand.

"Yup, that's true, not too long after I arrived. She was very helpful and welcoming to all of the new students here. You know, she gives off very good vibes."

"Good vibes?" Grams repeated, raising one eyebrow. "Did you have classes together?"

"Communing with nature is almost like meditating. It centers you and restores your karma." Blair nodded with a bounce. "Do you meditate Mrs. Halliwell?"

Nope, Phoebe was not mentally flailing as Grams kept grilling Blair. She also wasn't looking to see if she could get a glance of Cole and reassure them both.

So far, Blair was holding his own.

"I've been known to focus and center," Grams said. "Grounding myself, as it were. Tell me more about this meditation that you do."

"Right on, man." Blair grinned. "There's enough badness out in the world that grounding is the smart way to operate."

"I usually meditate just for calming purposes and to process my thoughts and emotions. But I do travel to the spirit plane on occasion. It's really easy to do that from here at Fandom High. Must be something about the area."

"Is it now?" Grams said, leaning in closer to Blair. "Where exactly do you go on the spirit plane?" She was still deciding if Blair was insane or somehow gifted.

If Phoebe could have facepalmed, she would have. However, she didn't know how to stop this line of questioning without arousing Grams' suspicions.

"Well, before I came to school here, I studied with a shaman in Chile and the spirit plane always appeared to me as a jungle and my spirit animal was a wolf." Blair shrugged. "Since I've come here and meditated with other people, what I see has changed a bit."

"But, seriously, I've talked enough about me." Blair leaned foward eagerly. "What was Phoebe like as a little girl?"

"Interesting," Grams said. "Phoebe, well, she was a wild child. She was always into bad boys."

"Really?" Blair grinned at Phoebe. "A wild child, huh? Like very adventurous?"

"Grams!" Phoebe looked shocked. "I'm sure Blair doesn't want to know all about that!"

Why was there never a hole in the earth that opened up to swallow you when you really needed it to?

Phoebe might have been blushing at Blair.

"Rebellious," Grams confided. "There was no rule she wouldn't break."

Blair nodded. "You must have had your hands full."

"Between her and her sisters, yes," Grams said with a laugh. She might have been enjoying embarrassing Phoebe.

Now Phoebe did facepalm.

"That was before. I'm not like that anymore."

Dating a demon wasn't breaking any of Grams' rules that she was aware of.

Blair patted Phoebe on the shoulder. "Of course not, Phoebe. We all have embarrasing stories about our past, don't we?"

"But we all know that you aren't a wild child who breaks all the rules anymore. That's why we can laugh about it!"

Phoebe nodded emphatically. "Wild children do not get A's in Forensics and Sociology and Speech."

"You got an A in your classes? Awesome job, man!" Blair bounced for a moment and then paused. He wondered if being Phoebe's boyfriend meant he was supposed to know that already.

Phoebe nodded. "Got the final grades this afternoon."

That's okay, Phoebe can cover for him in that.

"Well, congratulations!" Blair bounced. "Those are all pretty tough classes!"

Grams gave Blair an odd look. One usually didn't use "man" as a term of endearment.

Phoebe leaned over to whisper to Grams.

"He's trying very hard not to say the wrong thing in front of you. He's not sure what he can refer to me as."

Blair just grinned obliviously. He called everyone the man except for, well, The Man.

They really weren't on speaking terms.

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony Class of 2006 - Monday night

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