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South Attic, Wednesday morning
Feb. 1st, 2006 12:59 pmBefore classes Wednesday morning, Bel started going over homework and other school related business. He needed to make an appointment with the substitute principal to present him with what the School Beautification Committee had discussed. Topiaries cut in the shape of golf carts things commemorating significant events at the school, like the snowmen attack, seemed to have enthusiastic support from the committee, as did building a patio area off the lunch room. His personal favorite idea was a stained glass mural to decorate the first floor lobby. Of course, if non-necro-tempered glass was accidentally used, that would be so unfortunate.
And then there was his Sociology of Sex Cultures homework, which he decided to do on the Siren, a definite sex symbol of the Underworld. "The Siren was once a beautiful mortal woman, but she was burned alive for adultery after she had an affair with a married man. The man remained unpunished and blameless. The woman's rage was so strong that she became the Siren, a demon that seduces married men with her song. She lures the wives as well so that they can see see the betrayal of their husbands, then kills the men with a fiery kiss and murders the wives as well. Despite her nature, there are many men and demons who believe they are strong enough to withstand the deadly kiss of the Siren. Her beauty captivates them, but ultimately leads to their deaths." He couldn't help but imagine one day he'd be strong enough to resist the kiss of the Siren.
Homework done, he prepared a lesson plan for Sociology of the Paranormal just in case, since he hadn't heard from Dr. Grissom at all. He'd graded the quizzes, quiet leniently in the case of the girls in class, not so lenient in Marty's case, and decided the discussion would be on the essays he had assigned.
Then his day started to go badly. He realized Phoebe was in the attic and had an unpleasant confrontation with her. Part of him wanted to beg her to give up this foolish bargain she was determine to honor about marrying Crowley, but he was too proud to let her see how shattered he felt. Then Angela called to cancel their lunch date. Probably for the best, since what would they talk about? "I've almost gotten some of your friends killed and I want to restore Angel to his former evil glory, please pass the salt"? Still, she'd hinted that something was going to go down Friday night. He'd have to check into that.
And then there was his Sociology of Sex Cultures homework, which he decided to do on the Siren, a definite sex symbol of the Underworld. "The Siren was once a beautiful mortal woman, but she was burned alive for adultery after she had an affair with a married man. The man remained unpunished and blameless. The woman's rage was so strong that she became the Siren, a demon that seduces married men with her song. She lures the wives as well so that they can see see the betrayal of their husbands, then kills the men with a fiery kiss and murders the wives as well. Despite her nature, there are many men and demons who believe they are strong enough to withstand the deadly kiss of the Siren. Her beauty captivates them, but ultimately leads to their deaths." He couldn't help but imagine one day he'd be strong enough to resist the kiss of the Siren.
Homework done, he prepared a lesson plan for Sociology of the Paranormal just in case, since he hadn't heard from Dr. Grissom at all. He'd graded the quizzes, quiet leniently in the case of the girls in class, not so lenient in Marty's case, and decided the discussion would be on the essays he had assigned.
Then his day started to go badly. He realized Phoebe was in the attic and had an unpleasant confrontation with her. Part of him wanted to beg her to give up this foolish bargain she was determine to honor about marrying Crowley, but he was too proud to let her see how shattered he felt. Then Angela called to cancel their lunch date. Probably for the best, since what would they talk about? "I've almost gotten some of your friends killed and I want to restore Angel to his former evil glory, please pass the salt"? Still, she'd hinted that something was going to go down Friday night. He'd have to check into that.
