Molly Squidpiddge

It was still the Danger Shop. It was still the normal classroom configuration (though in the middle of it stood an extremely old fashioned projector for... some reason). It was not, however, your normal extravagant dark-haired necromancer at the front, but a tall beponytailed redhead in a neat grey suit and an extraordinarily serious expression.

"So Liliana isn't here," Jesse said. "Obviously. I'm mayor Jesse Faden, the school asked me if I wanted to do a little 'Fandom zombie invasion experiences' class for you instead. We had a bad one ourselves years ago that affected several students. At the time, the students set up barriers around the school to keep the zombies out. Fire was a very useful tool. I think King Arthur was involved, too. And we were saved by... gremlins?"

The logs from the time weren't as detailed as FBC protocol would require she'd like.

"I put together what materials we had from that time," she said. "Maps, tactics used, that kind of thing. Should be on a sheet of paper on your desk." Because again. Not as detailed as FBC protocol would require. "And I found an instructional video in the archives. So you can watch that first, and then look at the sheet, and we'll talk about it!"

That sure sounded very confident, considering that when she leaned over and turned on the projector, what it produced sure looked a lot more like contemporary England than Fandom.

"... Uh."

You know? She hadn't prepared for this.

"Or we can have a movie day," Jesse offered. "That also works?"

She was not cut out to be a teacher.