all these memories // fourth years, lesson four.

Alec strolled into the Mind Arts classroom and, barely paying attention to his surroundings, plopped down on a mattress, thinking about his talk with his best friend. It had been rather depressing, much different than their first talk, and he still couldn't get over the fact that she had been tortured.

If he got his hands on that man, he would do some nasty things to him.

Annie strolled into the mind arts classroom not uttering a word as she took a seat on the mat near the window again. She sat there looking straight towards her which was a wall. Her eyes didn't stray from that spot as she started thinking about this and that. She closed her eyes and sat up straight before starting to meditate.

Mora walked out of her office, took a look at the students present, turned around, and disappeared back inside. She had to resist throwing a punch at the wall. More. Fucking. Prideuxes.

When she reentered her classroom, she was holding a big cylindrical cardboard container. Whatever label had been on it before was gone - ripped, from the look of it.

"Creating False Memories is a skill you must hone to perfection." She stated simply, her eyes mischievous. "DeMoivre. Front and Center." She held the container out to her, a smile tugging at her lips. "What you need to realize is that detail is everything. Without detail, your memory is nothing. Might as well not even exist."

Mora pulled out a box of matches, and lit one. "Blanchard. Light the fuse." She held it out for him. "Now."

Annie's eyes quickly flew open and almost like jumped up in alarm. What was she thinking? She blinked and realized that it was only the professor - Amora. She nodded obediently and did as she was told. She blinked when the professor handed her a box. Taking her time she studied the box. It's label was somewhat ripped and she frowned in thought. What the hell did she give her? she thought before her eyes widened in alarm when the professor said to light the fuse.

"Are these..." she started to ask before trailing off almost afraid to know. "fireworks?"

Alec looked up when Antonette walked in the room and was about to say something when he realzied she had started meditating. Still angry thinking about the man, he decided not to interrupt her and went back to his own thoughts.

His head snapped up when the professor walked in holding a big cylindrical cardboard container- what the hell? Confused, all previous thoughts flew away from his mind as Antonette did as she was told and he watched, trying to figure out what they were doing.

He took the match and raised an eyebrow, "Light the fuse. . .?" His eyes widened when Antonette asked if they were fireworks and wondered where the professor was going with all this. Desperate to find out, and wanting a good entertainment, he didn't even bother thinking of the consequences. He lit the fuse.