Zhenya had just left her first Arithmancy class. She had decided to pick it up as a second year subject, because her father was always going on about needing to work out numbers on the job. He was a healer, and Zhenya had aspired to be just like him.

She had learned so much from this subject. After the first lesson, she went back to the common room, pulled out a note book and started writing down everything that was on her mind that second about Arithmancy. It was 39 pages long, and she tucked it safely in her trunk.