 Goo goo g'joob
Travis liked numbers, they were the only thing that meant the same thing in all places. It was only natural that Travis would be excited for Arithmancy, he'd grown up on the idea that numbers were the only perfection in the world. His mother had taught Mathematics for a number of years, before she got a job in the Education department in the Ministry.
Trav entered the class gave Professor Handlebar mustache a nod, and took a seat between the middle and the back. Putting down his bag on the table, he got a few rolls of parchment out, then attempted to get his quill out.
After a bit of tugging the stuck quill had decided it would give in, but not before ripping a large tear in his bag. Trav looked at the quill then his bag, and back again, hiss face rather surprised that the quill had been able to tear his rather sturdy bag. |