Theodore scribbled furiously on his parchment, his quill scratching away as he attempted to take down nearly every bit of useful information that escaped Professor Hadley's lips. Exhaling smoothly as there was a lull in his note-taking, the sixth year took the tip of his quill to scratch an itchy spot on his curly head. "Well..." He began. "A paragram is a pun... which, considering the subject of arithmancy, could be oxymoronic or paradoxical in itself."