Louisa slipped her satchel off her shoulder the second she walked into the classroom. This study-ahead thing was draining most of her energy out. And all of her fingernails. The fifteen years old smiled at Professor Magnus and nodded, "Good day, professor." And ooon to the first desk she saw. She didn't have enough energy to pick seats so this one would do.

Looking down at the paper, her eyebrows were raised in surprise. And then the note on the board drew her attention. Hmm. No touching then. Louisa could do that.