With sighs of resignation, they went to it. Mike filled in his name, and then started plowing through, he didn't have anything else to do. Odd… he wondered. This is easy! I know all of these, it's like I already-

"Don't take any part of school seriously," he suddenly remembered Winnie speaking, her warning clear in his mind's ear. "If you do, you'll become obliterated…"

Yikes! That was close, he thought, hurrying back to replace all of his careful answers with doodles of aliens abducting giant ice-cream cones.

The exam was over way too soon, as they are ought to do. "Times up," the teacher called pompously, over the groans of frustration and the sighs of relief of the students. "Pass them up."

There was a clatter. Harry's seat was pushed back as he stood, eyes crazed, hand shaking as he indicated. "Everyone look! Bob Marley, Michael Jackson, and Freddie Mercury are all outside! They have grandiose-super-huge angel wings, and they're playing a concert! My heroes are back, it's, it's, it's amazing!" Harry cried, pointing and jumping. He looked around as he finished.

No one had moved. A girl in the third row smacked on her gum. Harry groaned, and sank back into his seat, defeated.

Harry, you moron, Mike cursed. No one in this generation knows who those people are.

"Incompetent fools," Winnie muttered. Without looking up from her desk, she reached into her pocket, and withdrew a curious looking switch. She flicked it.

FOOOSH! Harry didn't have time to react as his seat suddenly began to smoke, and abruptly hurtled skywards, rockets crackling happily. Everyone stared at him in shock as he smashed into the ceiling, and hurtled back to the floor, crashing down with a cry of shock.

Subtle as ever, Leo fiddled with the tests.

"ALL RIGHT BUSTER, YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" Harry growled, storming towards Winnie as soon as the teacher had left.

She cringed away from him, grinning mischievously as she warded off his flaying arms. "Hey, calm down! I helped you fulfill your mission, you should be grateful-"

"GRATEFUL?! I'M AS BRUISED AS A PEACH! I'M SURPRISED YOU HAD THE NERVE TO INSTALL ROCKETS UNDER MY SEAT, YOU-"

Silence fell like a curtain as Angel abruptly stood up, her seat scraping across the tile floor.

Yikes, Mike freaked. He crossed the room in a few steps. "It's all right, please don't worry yourself, Miss Robinson," he explained, waving his hands frantically in front of her. "There's nothing wrong, it's just, we just, uh… We just finished calculated Winifred's score, and realized she's gotten a 3%. Everything's fine, no reason for you to come over, to trouble yourself!"

She frowned at him, seemingly genuinely concerned. "Oh. I see."

"So, how went the switch," Winnie was asking Leo as Mike returned from his damage control mission. Leo straightened up confidently. "It went without a hitch. Now, again, please call me-"

"Excellent. All right, Elly, you're on deck."

Elliot immediately lost half of his color. He gulped, and loosened his collar. "M-me? But, I'm not good with people! I'll have to think up some way to hold their attention…" he ran two heavy hands through his short black hair frantically. "Yikes, yikes, yikes… I'm not used to this level of interpersonal involvement! And, I thought Harry was the distraction."

"Yeah, but everyone will get used to it if it's just Harry every time. We need to mix things up."

She smacked him on the shoulder. "Don't fret it, man."

"Yeah, just do what I did and go flying, man," Harry proposed helpfully.

"-but what I don't get is what I'm supposed to put for the answers this time around," Leo complained.

Elly's eyes bugged out. "Are you kidding? Why are you worrying about it, you have the easy job!"

Leo bristled. "Hey, I won't be talked down to like that! I'll have you know that I'm taking a tremendous risk in this mission, performing covert operations that require my vast intelligence, mere feet from Angel-"

"Then switch with me."

"No way!"

Winnie glanced at Mike. He smiled at her, and they both rolled their eyes. "What's the next exam, anyway?" she asked.

Leo tried to neaten his disheveled hair. "History. The next exam is world history."

"Oh, then that's easy! Just… just pretend that the world has been taken over by a strange alien race. Then adjust all of the answers to meet that."

The classroom door slid open again. The slim history teacher stepped through, carefully shutting the door behind her. "Hey guys," she smiled, making a game attempt to ease the nervous grimaces around her. "Quite worrying yourselves, this'll be over soon enough. "

The crusades, huh? Mike wondered, reading the questions. Killing in the name of God… Just what kind of world had he forgotten?

"All right everyone, tests over," the teacher called, checking her watch. She walked to the front of the room. "Hand 'em in."

The class's eyes moved to watch as Elly stood up, shaking.

The teacher frowned at the student, unsure. "Yes? Do you need anything?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but there's something I have to confess…" Elliot spoke, unable to lift his chin. "You see, it's just…" RIIIIP. "My true body appears scrawny when fully clothed!"

Elly's torn uniform drifted to the floor, no longer to able to conceal the true majesty that was beneath. Muscles glistened, as if a Greek statue had taken on warmth and flesh. Beautifully crafted, divinely inspired pecs and abdominal features gleamed in the light, creating sheen of a thousand sparkles. Mike's mouth fell open.

But the teacher only sighed. "Yes. Yes, I can see that. Now, could you sit down, please?" Why do things like this always happen on my shift, she wondered.

Elly nodded miserably, crestfallen. "Yes ma'am…" he consented, sitting heavily.

Click.

All Elliot had time to do was blink in horror as he zoomed upward, the whole class wincing in sympathy as he cracked into the ceiling. With a groan, he fell back into his desk, perfect body now speckled with pieces of ceiling.

As Angel looked on at the events without expression, Leo quietly shuffled two sheets of paper.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to do that," Fred groaned, covering her face, unable to look at the boys around her.

"I thought it would work," Elliot replied sadly. "It was unexpected… I don't seem the type… I've been training in secret, you see."

Harry shook his head in wonderment. "You go, man."

"Hmmpth… well, looks like you're next, Luke.'

Luke tried to smile, but failed miserably. "O-oh… That's, that's great…"

Winnie grinned at the wretched boy, that twisted, knowing grin that could mean a myriad of things, none of them good. "Say, Luke, you sit diagonally behind Angel, right?"

Luke perked right up. "Hey… You're right! Does that mean I'm off the hook?"

"Why, sure… As soon as you ask Angel out on date."

"Oh, I-… WHAT?"

Winnie smirked. "Oh Miss Robinson, I've always loved you with the burning passion of a thousand suns. Oh please, won't you give this bleeding heart peace, and go out with me this Saturday? Say it just like that, and I promise you won't go flying."

Luke's brown eyes had gone the size of dinner plates.

Harry sniffed, crossing his arms. "Huh. That's all? You sure got it easy."

Luke whirled to face him frantically. "Not true! You got off with only physical damage, but this is sure to be way emotionally scarring! I've never asked a girl out before!" He twiddled his fingers frantically. "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!" he sputtered, his face beat-red. "Oh, I'm so nervous! I just know that she'll turn me down flat!"

Harry snorted at him. "You wimp! This is good training for you!"

"Training? I don't need training! Unlike you, I take all of my crushes very seriously, all right?'

"Hey! You make it sound like all my relationships are dirty lies! I'll have you know-"

Winnie grit her teeth. "Shut up, both of you!"

As the yell echoed across the testing room, startled student heads turned to the disturbance. Angel's brilliant hair sent light spinning across the room as she stood, frowning slightly.

Mike's feet skidded across the floor as he dashed to intercede. "Hey, it's okay; everything's perfectly all right, no need to worry! We we're just… uh… Winifred was just upset about a dream she had, you see."

Angel gazed up at him. "Oh… I see."

"Yeah… Harry was in it, in a tuxedo. He told her, 'Be prepared, Freddy, my dear. The me of tomorrow won't be the same as the me of yesterday, or today. Be ready.' She was very traumatized."

Angel blinked. She reached up and scratched her head. "So… there are two Harry's?"

"Uh… Sure?" Yeah, let's just go with that.

"There might even be three of him," she continued, looking very concerned with the concept.

"Um… I guess?"

She sat down. "Oh dear."

"I do not dream about Harry!" Winnie protested vehemently, strangling Mike with her gaze as he returned.

"There's at least three of me? Just what did you tell her?" Harry protested with her.

Mike ran a hand through his hair. "Hey now, I was covering your backs, all right?"

"But, Fred, what should I put for the answers on the next exam?" Leo interrupted.

"Well… It's Spanish, right? So just put all of your answers in English. OK, everyone ready? Let's go!"

"All right, hand up your answer sheets," their administrator spoke up an hour later.

Luke leapt up, sending his chair skittering. He winced at the sound. His hands trembled as he hastily stuffed them into his pockets, while his eyes had achieved puppy-like qualities. As the class regarded him, he made several attempts to speak, swallowing.

Harry cleared his throat.

"Miss Robinson!" Luke gasped, eyes widening as he heard the words leave his lips.

Angel turned around, and regarded him. "Yes?"

"I've…I've…always loved you… with, with the burning passion… of a thousand suns. I'm sorry to ask you here and now," Luke clenched his eyes tight as he spoke, his fists clenched. "Oh please, won't you…go out with me this Saturday?"

"If that is the case, then please ask me at a more appropriate time."

She nodded at him, and then sat down again.

Luke's eyes had fluttered open, and he sunk down into his chair, face going the shade of one drowning. "Oh… Okay."

"Ha, poor chump," Mike heard Harry snigger from behind him. "He's going blasting for- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-KA-THUNK"

As the class gazed on in wonderment, Harry swung despondently from his position, head firmly wedged into the hole in the celling his ascent had created. Subtly, Leo fiddled with the sheet of paper on his desk.

"JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, WOMAN! I ALMOST DIED!" Harry was spitting as he finally made his way back to the ground, after the teacher had left again. "I already went! And Elly, come on, put a shirt on already."

Elly frowned at him, pushing up his glasses. His resplendent pecs blinked back at Harry cheerfully.

"Yes, but Luke had already suffered far too much emotional damage," Winnie replied, indicated their gently sobbing comrade. Mike was offering him tissues sympathetically. "Besides, I've noticed that sending you airborne really has an effect on the class. You really make a spectacle of yourself."

All Harry could do was grapple the air in front of him, specks of plaster falling out of his hair, as Fred smiled at him serenely.