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Class today was to meet in the Danger Shop. When they arrived, the place was set up to resemble a soothingly lit living room, with cushions and chairs and beanbags everywhere.

"I very much doubt some of you are in the mood for much exertion today, so - enjoy a less strenuous form of magic."

He gestured toward the middle of the room, where there were large and small bubbles of light. "Swirl these, bat them around, look into them - they're like floating kaleidoscopes." Or lava lamps, but none of Bob's owners had been so plebeian as to have one of those. "Enjoy."

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Class had been ~~handwavily~~ asked to meet on the lawn again today, and Bob was there rubbing his hands gleefully. "Well, I understand this was an eventful weekend. So now, we all get to have a bit of fun."

All of you, just Bob...details.

"As it's rather a hot day out," not that Bob cared, "and I'm given to understand water is a preferred coping mechanism, here is your magic for today." He waved at a box nearby, which held…

"Magic wands. More or less. These have only one spell in them - they create globes of water. The globes will travel at a speed and direction dictated by the wand when they are created." He conjured up an illusory wand and demonstrated 'flinging' a water globe.

"Think of it as a learned skill. I suggest you learn it before you make yourself wetter than your opponents."

Welcome to magical water balloon lacrosse!

...try not to injure yourselves.

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When class arrived today at the room they'd been directed to, they'd find a large TV and a DVD player, along with a note:

Unable to make it today. Please entertain yourself. Most of this is nothing like real.

If anyone hadn't seen the first Barry Plodder film yet, now was your chance.

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Class had been instructed to meet again today in the Danger Shop. Once they were in there, Bob pushed buttons (he would never get tired of being able to do that) and brought up a program he'd done before. All that was visible from where they were was a green wall of shrubbery with a gap in it.

"Hedge mazes used to be very popular," Bob said, "but they were never quite like this one. This one goes in all directions - you're as likely to find a path above or below you as to one side." He nodded toward a box that held things that looked like little more than water wings. "These will let you hover; from there you can move as if swimming and work your way through the maze. If you make it to the other side, there is pizza."

He grinned at them. "Put on your wings, test them out, and let's see if you get there."

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Class today had been handwavily asked to meet in the Danger Shop, where they were greeted by a beaming Bob. Bob loved the Danger Shop. He could touch things here. Sort of.

"Today, we paint," Bob said, grinning. He programmed up a bunch of sticks that looked like paintbrushes, but although the ends were colored, they had no actual paint in them. He picked one up and waved it through the air, leaving a trail of blue glowing behind it. Then he reached out with one hand and smudged it. "Like so. Enjoy!"

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Class had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet on the lawn today, and they met a smiling Bob with a large cardboard box filled with what looked like plush bats.

"Today is one of my favorites," Bob confided to them. "Everybody take one of these. They've been enchanted - each time you hit someone with one, they will suffer a magical effect - they may turn a color, or begin to float, or start speaking backward. Or they might speed up, or develop x-ray vision. Each will last for a few minutes."

He beamed. "Have at each other!"

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Bob had only arrived, courtesy of Harry, the evening before. Now he stood straight and squinted at the students that had signed up for this class.

"Right, you lot. I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge, but you can all call me Bob. I hope you're ready to have some fun."

Didn't he look like fun?

"Before we get started, introductions. I want your name, what sorts of magic you're used to, and any magical abilities - or anything else interesting - you may have yourself. You," he pointed at a random student. "Begin."

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"Right." Bob clapped his hands together. Class was back in the Danger Shop today. "Today's our last class, then. So, here is some magic." He waved at the room around them. "Each movement you make will do something different - make a wave of colour, or a sound, or create an illusionary creature you can interact with."

He grinned. "You'll get graded on how much fun you're able to have. Enjoy!"

Current Location: Danger Shop

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Class was inside today, and Bob was at the front of the classroom looking somewhat disgruntled.

"Harry's got a...thing." He waved dismissively. "So nothing new today. Here, have a movie. I understand the duel is quite something."

[Yeah, I still have no reliable internet. Hopefully tomorrow.]

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Class was back out on the lawn today. And again, there was a box courtesy of Mabel, although this one was much smaller.

"Today," Bob said, "we're going to play a variation of tag. Everybody gets one of these." He pointed at the box, which held a number of white crystals, each a few inches long with a string tied around the middle. "They have locator spells on them. They'll point a general direction toward what they're looking for. What they're looking for," he said, grinning, "is another one of the crystals.

"Whoever gets the target crystal gets a head start. Then the rest of you get to try to find them. Simple enough." Of course it wasn't that simple; this was Bob. "You'll want to be careful, though; every so often, the target will change. You'd hate to be running up on someone when suddenly they have to find you."

He smirked. "Have fun."

Current Location: School lawn

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Class was back on the lawn this week, and Bob was waiting with a large cardboard box in front of him, courtesy of Mabel. Inside were a number of odd-shaped lumps in various bright colours. Once the students were there, Bob grinned at them.

"This week, we're going to play a game. Everybody steps up and gets one bat. You have until the end of class to use it. Every hit you get on someone else scores you a point. Every point they get on you loses you one. And there won't be any cheating; the bats keep their own scores."

His grin widened. Was everybody frightened yet? "That's not the only thing they do, though. You see, these bats are all enchanted. Every hit will impart a minor enchantment to your target - it might turn their skin bright blue, or make their ears ring, or cause them to only speak in rhymes. It might make them extremely clumsy. It also might make them just a bit faster than normal, or nearly invisible. It might make them extremely coordinated."

He sobered for a minute. "Nothing will last longer than a few minutes, and none of it is truly harmful. Those of you with experience with melee weapons," he gave the armored folks a stern look, "please keep it that way. It's a spar, not a fight."

That said, he continued. "Those of you with magic are free to use your own as well, but it may behave...unpredictably, with these around. It's your risk to take. As for the rest - work for yourselves, form teams," as much as you could, "run, hide - whatever you like. The entire lawn is fair game."

He clapped his hands together and beamed. "Any questions?"

Current Location: School lawn

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Class met in the Danger Shop again today; this time they were faced with a hedge several stories tall. Bob had gotten Mabel to bring the box of life vests in, and he greeted his students with a smile and nod. "Today, your job is to get from here, to the other side of that," he said, pointing at the hedge. There was a door-sized hole in one side. "It won't be straightforward. Or even straight up or down. Fortunately, you've got these." He waved at the vests. "Put one on, fly through the maze, and find the other side. Simple!"

Well, it was simple when you could just walk through things, anyway.

"I'll see you all on the other side!"

Current Location: Danger Shop

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Class today had met in the Danger Shop, set up to look like a lovely English garden.

"Right, so." Bob clapped his hands together. "I was told for at least one of you, singing is fun." He nodded to Steven ~~assuming he's there~~. "So, that's what we'll do today. Sing."

He grinned. You probably guessed it wasn't going to be that simple, right?

"Somewhere in here is a little round stone. Well, quite a lot of them, really. But one of them's the one you need to find. First to find it gets dinner for two in town. Or at that silly place we've docked, whichever you prefer." Which would cost him less, but whatever. After all, it wasn't like he had much to spend money on. Most of it went back to Harry for rent.

"In order to find it, you'll have to sing. There are enchanted plants and statues, trees and fence-posts, all around." He waved generally at the place. "If you sing at them, they'll sing you back clues. If you sing at other things, well, you'll just be standing there singing." Possibly looking a little silly, but that wasn't his problem.

Bob beamed at them. "Off you go!"

Current Location: Danger Shop

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Class was meeting on the lawn today, since the weather was good. Bob waited for them all to arrive...then waited some more.

"Three of you? That's all?" He heaved a sigh. Honestly, the students here had no sense of adventure and fun.

"Well, welcome to class, in any event. This is Fun with Magic. The idea of this class is to give you an idea of what magic is capable of and how to use it, in a light-hearted and safe environment." He waved a hand. "I'll be supplying the magic - or a friend will be, by way of me - and we'll be having fun with it. To start, though, please tell me your names, what magic you're familiar with, what you can do yourself, and what sorts of things you do for fun.

"Also, I'll be needing an assistant, mostly to carry things about for me. Please volunteer, anybody who has hands."

Current Location: School lawn

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Bob eyed the students more than a little dubiously as they filed into the Danger Shop. When they were all there, he grimaced. "Well. Not nearly as much time as I would've liked, but still."

He pointed at the table, where a number of scrolls were laid out. "Spells. Simple, small ones." He indicated each one in turn. "To create a small flame, to make your hands glow, to create a breeze, to sour wine, to grow a seed. If you do them correctly. They're also specifically designed so that even if you don't do them correctly, they won't be harmful, although you may be minorly inconvenienced." Dear god, he hoped.

"So." He waved them at the table with a look that said he was probably going to regret this. "Pick one. Ask any questions you like, do any research you like. I'll answer anything except how to actually say the words. Then read it. And do remember, it's in your own best interests to get it right."

Please don't make him call Harry to undo anything.

Current Location: Danger Shop

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"Right." Bob shook his head. "So apparently a number of you were involved in that whole 'alien abduction' thing last week. I didn't bother with class, so you didn't miss anything."

Because they were probably really concerned about that, right?

"This week, we're moving on from the physical issues involved in incantations and on to the actual act of reading. Sort of." He turned around and wrote a number of ( words )

Current Location: Classroom

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Class met in the Danger Shop today, but when the students arrived, they would find it looking more or less like a classroom anyway. Well, all right, a very classy and old-fashioned classroom, but still.

"We're here today," Bob told them, "purely because of this room's safety mechanisms. Because that's what we're going to discuss today - safety." He fixed them all with a serious gaze. "Before anybody starts reading anything, we're going to cover several ground rules. Not only for this class, but for any time you're dealing with inscriptions and incantations."

He wrote in the air: 1.( Read more... )

Current Location: Danger Shop

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"Right. So." Bob nodded at the students. Class was meeting in the Danger Shop today, although it currently looked just like a normal classroom. "Once you've got a surface, you need a means of writing on it. Which unless you're dealing with engravings, means ink. The sort of ink used is partially dependent on the surface, but when you're speaking of magical scripts it's less often related to cost or worth and more often related to the nature of the inscription."( Cut for wordiness )

Current Location: Danger Shop

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Bob eyed the students for a moment, then waved a hand in dismissal and started pacing. "There's not much point in me teaching specific languages, since even just on Earth-like worlds there are hundreds. Which is largely the point."

He spun to face them. "I could teach you every major hand and language I know, and somebody would come along with an idiosyncratic, left-handed, dialectal script, and you'd be sunk. What we're going to learn here are principles, so that hopefully no matter what you'll encounter, you'll be a bit better at it."

He waved at the various materials Anders had set on the table at the front of the class. "Before you even start to get to the actual writing, there are other things to consider. The first is, what was it written on? The material may give you an idea of the age of an inscription, its place of origin, or its importance to the person writing it, all of which can help greatly in determining the words themselves. These are some of the more common materials."

( Papyrus )

( Parchment )

( Paper )

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Class today was meeting in a regular classroom (sorry, class). Bob waited for everyone to arrive, then nodded and began.

"This class is called 'How Not to Kill Yourself'. I hope it also teaches you how not to maim or inadvisably transform yourself or anyone else. I can't, of course, help what you intentionally do on your own time, but I've seen any number of bad things happen by mistake.

"As the class summary, which I hope you read, says, one of the issues in dealing with written magic is that so much of it is old and in languages or scripts you don't know. That can lead to you saying the wrong word, using the wrong ingredient, or any one of a number of other mistakes. And if you're very lucky, the worst that will happen is nothing." He grimaced.

"So, we're going to cover a number of techniques that will hopefully help. What to do, what not to do. Also some of the more common languages in Earth-like worlds that are used for magic. Before we begin, however, we have the obligatory introductions. My name is Hrothbert of Bainbridge; you can call me Bob. My TA is Anders; anything you don't want to bring up to me, you can talk to him about. Now, please tell me your names, but also if you read and/or write, and if so, which languages."

He looked at the first student expectantly.

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Class was out on the lawn again today. The muggy, hot, summer lawn. Not that Bob was bothered by the temperature.

"Well!" He clapped his hands together. "I hope you've all had a fun time and learned a bit about what magic can and can't do for you. I realise that mostly we've been using spelled objects or illusions, but for our last class, I won't be the one supplying any of it. Well, except for these."

He nodded at the box Anders had set in front of him, which this time contained ten flags - five red and five blue, each on a stake about two feet long. "You'll be in teams for this one." He mimed cutting the class in half and shoving them apart. "Red team, your leader is Anders. Blue team, yours is Elsa." The colours were completely unintentional, naturally. "The object of the game is to capture all the other team's flags. You can't outright hide your own, but you can make them difficult to find."

He grinned and nodded at Elsa and Anders, then cheerfully turned to the rest of the class. "Mind the cold!"

Didn't every summer class want to end with a massive snowball fight?

Current Location: School lawn

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Class was inside again today, and the Danger Shop was...a big, white room. Bob was beaming at them.

Literally. He raised his hands, and the air around them sparkled, waves of colour expanding out. "This week - art!" he explained. He made a tossing motion at the wall, and a rainbow appeared and stuck there. "Touch whichever colour you like, then draw with it. Paint with it. Whatever you like. Scrub your hand through it to erase." He demonstrated.

"Enjoy!"

Current Mood: colourful
Current Location: Danger Shop

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Class was back out on the lawn today. In front of them were chairs - one for each student. Eliot hung back, his guitar slung over his shoulder, looking like he sort of mildly regretted being there. He eyed the chairs suspiciously.

The chairs were moving. Not much, but shuffling a bit as if they were restless. Despite this (or be real - because of it), Bob was grinning.

"Right. Today, we're playing musical chairs. Or, well, magical chairs." Bob waved at the chairs. "If you've never played, there's music." Eliot saluted. "When it stops, you have to sit down. Whoever's not in a chair is out. Whoever's left last, wins. It's usually played in a boring circle."

Bob didn't approve of that.

"These chairs have spells on them. First of all, they won't be sitting still, so I hope you all brought running shoes. Secondly, you'd best pick wisely. You see, there are enough chairs for all of you, but when the music stops, one of them will disappear. And one more each successive time."

He let them all think on that for a moment. "Once you're out, you have three options - you can choose to sit and watch the others, if you like. You can also choose to help someone else find whichever chair you think is good. Or whichever one you think isn't. You could also choose to help the chairs escape. It's entirely up to you."

He looked around. "Questions?"

[OOC: played with assistance from the lovely

vdistinctive!]

Current Location: School lawn
Current Music: Eliot

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Class was back out on the lawn today. And again, there was a box, although this one was much smaller.

"Today," Bob decreed, "we're going to play a sort of reverse tag. Everybody gets one of these." In the box were a number of white crystals, each a few inches long with a string tied around the middle. "They have locator spells on them. They'll point a general direction toward what they're looking for. What they're looking for," he grinned, "is another one of the crystals.

"Whoever gets the target crystal gets a head start. Then the rest of you get to try to find them. Simple enough." Of course it wasn't that simple; this was Bob. "You'll want to be careful, though; every so often, the target will change. You'd hate to be running up on someone when suddenly they have to find you."

He smirked. "Have fun."

Current Location: School lawn

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Class today was to meet in the Danger Shop; when they got there, they'd find themselves in a bright little gazebo on a sunny day, though there was an odd fog concealing the landscape

"Welcome!" Bob grinned. "We could probably have done this outside, but...well, the safety protocols seemed like a good idea." And then he'd gotten a bit creative.

"Today, you've got a different sort of equipment." Which Anders had probably noticed was suspiciously light as he carried the box from Portalocity. Bob waved at the box, inside of which were brightly coloured life-vests. "Everybody put one on, and then your task for the day is to race to the other gazebo exactly like this one on the far side of the room. Doctor Lecter kindly ~~was nagged into~~ donated chocolates for you all to share once you arrive. Winner gets the best choices," he pointed out.

"Winner won't necessarily be the fastest, though" he said, grinning. "You've also got to find your way there." He gestured and the fog lifted, to show a hedge wall several stories high. "The hedges form a maze. You'll have to think to get through it. Oh," he added as if in afterthought, "and it's three-dimensional. So you'll want to work on your flying."

He smiled at them all. "Any questions?"

Current Location: Danger Shop

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Class was back on the lawn this week, and Bob was waiting with a large cardboard box in front of him. Inside were a number of odd-shaped lumps in various bright colours. Once everybody was gathered, Bob grinned at them.

"This week, we're going to play a bit of a game. Everybody steps up and gets one bat. You have until the end of class to use it. Every hit you get on someone else scores you a point. Every point they get on you loses you one. And there won't be any cheating; the bats keep their own scores."

His grin widened. Was everybody frightened yet? "That's not the only thing they do, though. You see, these bats are all enchanted. Every hit will impart a minor enchantment to your target - it might turn their skin bright blue, or make their ears ring, or cause them to only speak in rhymes. It might make them extremely clumsy. It also might make them just a bit faster than normal, or nearly invisible. It might make them extremely coordinated."

He sobered for a minute. "Nothing will last longer than a few minutes, and none of it is truly harmful. However, if you would prefer not to participate, by all means take up a bat and hit a tree or fence instead. You won't gain any points, and so long as your classmates are honourable, you won't lose any, either. And we will all be honourable," he told them sternly.

"Those of you with magic are free to use your own as well," Bob said, "but it may behave...unpredictably, with these around. It's your risk to take. As for the rest - work for yourselves, form teams, run, hide - whatever you like. The entire lawn is fair game."

He clapped his hands together and beamed. "Any questions?"

Current Location: School lawn

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The plan had been for class to meet in the Danger Shop, but the day was far too beautiful to spend it cooped up indoors - Bob had had plenty of that, thank you very much. So, class had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet on the lawn instead.

"So." Bob eyed them all critically. "Last semester I taught a class on defence against magic. Where mostly what I learned was that half of you are far too nervous around magic to do any good with it, half of you take it for granted it can do just about anything, and just about all of you - look, are you teenagers or what? Don't you ever just...cut loose?" He sighed.

"So this time, we're using magic for fun. You'll be learning what it can and can't do, and hopefully getting a bit of a more accurate picture and a bit more at ease."

He looked around them once more and nodded. "Right. I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge. You can call me Bob or Sir, whichever you prefer. Anders is my TA for the class, so any questions you don't want to ask me, ask him. Now I know you're probably all tired of introductions by now, but I don't care. Introduce yourselves, and let me know what magic you can do, what other talents you might have, what you're familiar with, and so forth."

He picked a random student and stared at them expectantly.

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"Well, it's finals week. Hard to believe the semester went by so fast! I hope you all reviewed the notes I sent you last week."

Not that they really needed to. Paige's final wasn't going to have any right or wrong answers, she just wanted to give them a handy synopsis of everything they had learned.

"Once you've finished your test, you can hang out if you want or you can leave. I've enjoyed teaching you all and I'll be staying on the island for the summer and maybe teaching again in the fall."

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"Morning everyone," Paige said. "Hard to believe we're coming up on the end of the term so fast. We've gotten a little off course with our syllabus, but that's okay. Today we're going talk about magical mishaps."

Paige knew all too well about magical mishaps.

"So, what happens when magic goes awry? Obviously that depends on what kind of magic the user is trying to do and the way their magic works. I can't give you a guide of what not to do because we have people here from so many different worlds and no two kinds of magic are exactly the same. But there are clues you can look for. If someone has a sudden change in appearance? That might indicate something magical going wrong."

Like suddenly having ridiculously big breasts.

"It's not always visual though. You should just pay attention and realize that any sudden and unexplained change could be the sign that something is magically wrong. Maybe your friend from California is suddenly speaking with a southern drawl. Could be a sign they're possessed by the ghost of a criminal who wants nothing more than to marry her ghost husband."

For a random example. Not that she knew anyone that happened to. Phoebe.

"Okay, so let's talk about some of the things you've seen in Fandom or at home. What clues did or could you have picked up on to let you know there was something magical going on?"

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Some students bring apples for the teacher, but today, Harper had taken things one step further. She was giving today's lesson and had dressed up for the occasion. That meant the red dress made from an apple-print fabric, with the little dangling apple earrings, the plastic apple necklace, and of course her little bouquet of candy apples.

"Miss Matthews thought it would be a good idea for me to start our discussion today on how to keep magic on the down low," Harper began as she twirled one of her apples. After all, there was no one better to talk about remaining inconspicuous than her.

"While everyone here in Fandom is pretty cool with magic, that might not be true elsewhere," said Harper. "Since I come from a place that doesn't have magic, I thought I could give you some good tips. First of all, if you're doing anything with magic, don't do it in public where everyone can see you. You know what would be really great for hiding all your magic stuff? A secret room!" Maybe like the wizard lair magically hidden inside a freezer, the one that Harper knew nothing about.

"Another thing you might have to become good at when practicing magic is coming up for explanations of weird stuff," Harper went on. "So that way, if you have a spell that goes bad and it draws attention to you, you want to have some sort of excuse ready. So let's practice coming up with creative explanations for weird things!"

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The fog and last night's radio had Paige well and truly creeped out.

When her class arrived, she said, "Okay, so last week we were supposed to talk about keeping magic on the down low but we watched a movie. I was going to move that to today, but I think we'd be better off spending our time talking about current events."

She sat on the desk in front of the room. "This fog is definitely unusual and creepy. And based on last night's radio broadcast, it sounds like there is something more going on around here. So let's talk about any experiences we've had so far, either here or back home, that might somehow relate to the fog."

There was a pause before she continued. "Additionally, if any of you find yourselves needing transportation somewhere on the island, feel free to call my cell phone any time and I'd be happy to teleport you."

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When the students entered the classroom today, they would find the desks and chairs pushed back and the floor covered with cushions. There was a variety of pastries along with coffee and tea.

"We're going to have an easy day today and watch another film," Paige said once people had arrived. "It's about witches who try to take over a town on Halloween."

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"I hope you all got through the weekend relatively unscathed," Paige said, once the students had arrived in the Danger Shop. "And I hope you found time to do your homework assignment."

It wasn't like she would be mad if they didn't though.

"If you'll pass in your spells, I'll program a simulation for you to test it out."

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"Welcome back, class," Paige said. "I hope you all had an enjoyable spring break. Before break, we learned about making potions. In my world, sometimes a potion isn't enough to vanquish an evil being. Sometimes you also need a spell. Or, there are also times when you only need a spell."

She took a moment to pass out some handouts that listed basic information about spells and a few simple spells that she didn't think would cause any trouble. "If I find out any of you are using these spells outside of class for personal gain or to harm your fellow students, there will be trouble," she warned.

"Sometimes you need a very specific spell," she explained. "And sometimes just a few lines of rhyming verse made up on the spot will suffice. Spells are also used in a variety of other ways, not just for vanquishing evil."

Paige walked over to the whiteboard and wrote out a list of words. "Today we're going to play a word game. I want you to come up with words that rhyme with each other. It doesn't have to be a perfect rhyme, just close enough. You can use any word you want, but I put up a list to get you started. Work in pairs or in groups, whatever you want."

She smiled. "I'm also giving you homework. I want you to write a spell to vanquish a demon that you make up yourself. Next week we'll meet in the Danger Shop and I'll program it so you can try out your spells."

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All of the chairs were pushed back against the walls today when the students entered the classroom. There was, however, an assortment of pillows and cushions scattered on the ground.

"So I know your syllabus said that there would be a midterm exam or project today," Paige told her class once they had arrived. "But I didn't really see the point in having an exam when we're so close to spring break. Instead, you get a movie today."

She pulled down a screen and started ~~meta for~~ Practical Magic.

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Paige had ~~handwavily~~ notified the students to meet in the Danger Shop today and to wear old clothes. When they arrived, they would find the shop looking much like a chemistry lab. There was also a guest speaker in front of the room with Paige.

( Potion Making 101 )

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When the students entered today, they would see a long table set up in the front of the classroom, filled with various magical tools.

"Good morning, everyone," Paige said. "I hope you're all well today. Today we're going to talk about some of the traditional tools of magic and then you'll get a chance to try some of them out. The important thing to keep in mind is that in a place like Fandom where there are numerous types of magic systems, what is important to one person's magic may not even be a factor in someone else's magic."

( this got kinda long oops ) For now, let's talk a little about what magic tools you are aware of being used either in your home or here in Fandom that I didn't talk about and then you are all welcome to come and look at these tools."

She was careful to bring in replicas that had no power.

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There was a spread of coffee, tea and pastries today when the students arrived. Just because Paige felt like they deserved them after the weekend.

Once they were all settled, she wrote on the white board:

GOOD MAGIC vs BAD MAGIC

"Okay, so today we're going to talk about what makes magic good or bad. There's really no easy answer to this question. You might say that bad magic is magic that hurts another being. But if I used magic this weekend to fight off those nasty gremlins, your answer might change. So I want to know what you think is good magic and what you think is bad magic. Feel free to question each other as well."

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"Morning, guys," Paige said. "Today we're going to learn about the rules of magic. Of course, these rules vary between different magic systems, but I'll share with you the ones I know and then we'll talk about the rules you may know from your world or the ones you've seen in popular fiction."

Paige walked over to the white board and picked up a marker.

"The biggest rule in my magic system is no personal gain."

She scrawled this on the board. "What does that mean? Well, it means that I can't use my gifts to benefit myself without serious consequences. For example, if I were to, oh, say, conjure up the perfect man to help me relax? That is personal gain. And the consequence of something like that might be unwittingly conjuring his evil twin who manages to wreak havoc on the city before he's discovered."

Hypothetically, of course.

"A well known guideline of Wicca that is prevalent in pop culture is the Rule of Three which essentially states that whatever energy a person puts into the world, positive or negative, will be returned to them threefold."

She wrote 'rule of three' on the whiteboard and then turned to the class.

"So, let's discuss the rules you've observed, heard of or have questions about."

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"Hey, guys, welcome back," Paige said, as the students entered the room.

Don't mind the chickens. She has no idea where they came from or why they're there. But they seem well behaved, even if some of them are brown, black and gold.

"Anyway, today we're going to define some common magical terms. Not very exciting, I know, but necessary for the rest of our classes to make sense."

She went through a few common terms and then opened the floor for questions. "Any terms you all have heard that you'd like defined? Alternately, do you know any different definitions for some of the words we've gone over?"

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Paige decided that the Elders hated her for arranging for her to teach first period. She had a cup of coffee in hand as her students filed in and there was an urn of coffee set up on a desk right inside the door if anyone else needed it.

After everyone had arrived, she moved to the front of the room and smiled at them.

"Good morning. I'm Paige Matthews and this is Magic for Dummies. Which is not to say that I think any of you are dumb, by the way. It's just a riff on that book series."

Focus, Paige.

"Anyway, there are copies of the syllabus for all of you. If there's something you want to cover that isn't on there, let me know and I'll add it."

She handed out the sheets, took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the edge of the desk.

"Okay, so what is magic? It's not parlor tricks or sleight-of-hand. It's not top hats and rabbits. Magic is a powerful tool and is most often associated with the elements. My home in San Francisco sits on top of a spiritual nexus which is equidistant from natural sources of the five elements: earth, fire, wind, water and metal. That makes it a powerfully magical place. My family has controlled that location for a hundred years in order to keep evil from drawing on the nexus."

Paige paused and realized she was getting a bit ahead of herself.

"Oh, yeah, I'm a witch. And also a guardian angel. I have two sisters that some of you may know of because alternate universe versions of them went to school here - Piper and Phoebe Halliwell. Anyway, the three of us are a powerful force of good magic. But enough about me. Today I want to learn about you. I know you're probably all tired of this, but I'd like you to give me your name, what, if any, personal experience you have with magic and why you're taking this class."

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