For the benefit of Mr Shears {Aaran}

[Billy Shears]

Billy walked into the classroom and saw it was empty, "typical the one time I do remember to turn up no one is here." He stated as he opened up his metal lunchbox and flask out of his leather black bag. Inside he had packed a nice lunch of a packet of cheerioes, a piece of dragon fruit, a fly catcher and tom complete in his flask he had something lovely boiling hot molten lava that luckily he'd made sure wouldn't melt through the flask. How he love taking the piss when a demon it was so much fun.

At that he sat down at his desk and saw the little bin full of pencils and other utencils. He pulled a pencil out then tapped the rubber part on the desk and starred at the clock. His eyebrows went up a little; he'd forgotten how to tell the time for he hadn't done since 1999 and that was only to count down the millinea. So it was rather difficult trying to find out what time it was. Eventually he started hearing a tapping noise of someone with clacky shoes. Then he looked to the right and that was where the sound was coming from. "Ello?" He questioned the side of that room in his lliverpool accent he'd picked up since the 60s. Someone repiled back it was a faint cool voice that sounded like someone who was--

"Hello, my name's Arthur." It was another dead person who had followed Will over, the history teacher could tell as he was a British dead guy."Look I'm sorry but I don't do any of that ghost whispering stuff anymore, go ask Melinda." He said but not concentraiting for he looked at the clock again and saw that one of the hands had moved! In total shock he walked up to it and looked at it closely. "I'll tell you how to tell the time!" the man offered and now Billy turned back trying to find the sound like a blind man found it. "Okay then, what do you want?" From that point on the scene would look very strange, a man with a clock in his hand talking to no one sitting on his desk.

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran hadn't intended to go to lessons that day. In fact, he was looking for Aponi. She was probably desperate for life-force right now, because he hadn't been near her in a couple of weeks, and she'd broken her promise anyway. No mother would do that to him. He deserved better, he hoped. He sighed, and found that he had wandered into an empty class, to find someone talking to a ghost.

He had a funny moustache, which instantly made the little boy giggle like the girl he was masquerading as. But he became slightly more weary when the figure started talking to thin air. That was never good, but maybe he could see something Aaran couldn't. He'd gotten used to the occasional strangeness here at the academy. He had to, really.

"Hello, mister!" He called out, his voice even higher pitched than usual. He blushed. What sort of man was he? Not much of a man. But that way ok - it generally helped his disguise. And this guy looked too out of it to see through his guise.

"I can tell you the time, if you like." It was only then that Aaran realized - the man had a liverpool accent. ANother brit! he never thought he'd see the day. Ok, maybe Dorian was Brittish, but Aaran couldn't really tell. Aaran's brit voice was clear above all these american voices that there seemed to be around him. He wasn't sure if it was just that the school had many american students, or that it was that everybody seemed to adopt a slight american-ness to fit in.Whatever it was, Aaran didn't really like it. He preffered his own accent, and other brittish ones, especially this guy's.

He would say; "I'm Brittish, too!" But that was highly obvious. SO he simply stood there awkwardly, waiting to see if the guy was too far away in the clouds.

[Billy Shears]

Mr. Shears hadn't noticed the girl in the background as he debated with the ghost about how to tell the time. He was starting to think that it was ridiculous; it went to the right. He'd seen it on the left side at that very moment. Poor Billy was slow and really not getting any of it, but his ghost companion really wasn't helping at all.. At the point where he was about to shout loudly he noticed the little girl at the door. "My goodness! Sorry to keep you waiting miss!" He then sat up and stood still in the room wondering what she was here for...could it be possible? Someone had come for a lesson? That would be like that guy he learned about when he was child walked on water; a miracle.

Yes that was the word for it: miracle. Because NO ONE turned up for his lessons. Ever. Not even him; hell, he was amazed he was here. He went back to talking to Arthur this time leaning in and whispereing lightly. "Now we're in the precense of a lady so you better mature now..." He whispered but failed at it for this girl could probably hear them. He decided to walk up to the girl, "Sorry for keeping you waiting but my dead friend over there was trying to explain the time," he paused an looked back "badly!" He shouted to prove a point and then turned back to the little girl. "Look before we begin: could you explain how to tell the time to me?"

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran giggled at the funny, and, most likely, insane man. A ghost? Yes, he was talking to a ghost. When he was adressed he simply oggled the strange man.

"Umm, the little hand points at the hours, and the big hand points at the minutes. They're all on the same clock though, and there are actually 24 hours, even though a clock goes up to twelve." He hoped for the life of him that this crazy man would understand his less-than-clear instructions. How was he supposed to explain that he wasn't here for a lesson!?

But his curiosity overrode his will to escape.

"Who are you talking to? Is is a ghost? Did you bring him abck from the dead!?" Aaran asked, his eyes going wide like a schoolgirls. "Cna I see him? Can I talk to him too?" Aaran bubbled with exitement. Aaran had always had a thing for Ghosts. Always. He loved the idea of the mysical, and spirits. It all seemed very exiting to him.

He sat down in a chair (witht he back of the chair between his legs, so that it was backwards, of course) and awaited a response. THis should be good. maybe it was a lesson in necromancy!

"I'm Sophie Wilde, Sir, what is your name, sir?"

[Billy Shears]

"I'm Mister Billy Shears, since you kindly" He smiled looking at the girl then turning to Arthur who looked miserable and defeated. He called upon the ghost to summon right next to him. They started to bicker amongst themselves and then finally they stopped turning back to the pupil. "Simply clear your mind of your thoughts then imagine someone is standing to the right of me..." He stopped making sure it was the right and jiggled his head a bit from side to side then turned back to Sophie. "Yes so someone is standing to the right of me. Right now he you must concentrate carefully on this man the only thing, apart from breathing of course! He joked but went back his ability.

Now he made his own mind shake ever so slightly so he could expand the vision of Arthur. Then he opened his eyes and the ghost was now visible to anyone. ”There you go! Arthur, Sophie, Sophie, Arthur!” He introduced them but there was no point they could not shake hands or anything. The ghost grunted as well because he probably thought Billy was treating him like he could hear the living. Billy knew that he could but his British manners kicked in, always.