Wait now the line was moving, forming into something else. When will this end, really? Hm, maybe it won't end. Probably by the end of the class, she's seen almost half of the symbols on her cup. A changing fate maybe?

Zara watched as the wavy line before had joined in with another of the drops of oil. Now it was thickening, into something like a square-ish rectangular-ish thing. 'A box--well there wasn't any box? So maybe a cube--nah there wasn't one either? A door--an opening or closing? An envelope--an incoming message? AHH, what was this?!' She sighed and rested her cheeks on her hands that were on the table. 'A table?' she gave it one last thought, but realized that the table might need some stand so it wasn't it. Frustrated a bit, she decided to ask the help of the professor. Clearing her throat, she sat up straight and raised her hand.

"Professor I don't get this rectangular-ish symbol. It can be almost anything." Zara pouted. "See? A door, an envelope, a table, a book.." She gave up eventually there was too many possibilities, but she hoped Professor Bishop got the point.