The corners of Norah's lips twitched upwards slightly at the professor's encouragement. It was worth a shot, and nothing bad would happen if she was wrong, right? Why did professors have to be right all the time? Squinting down at her parchment, she positioned her quill and began to scribble a few words of comparison under each pair of meanings. Not all of them made complete sense, but at least it was something.

Grateful to escape from the activity, Norah just about threw her quill down when Professor Domingo began to speak once more. Her brain did that fuzzy, confused thing it tended to do in that class as a student launched into an explanation of reducing numbers. What even was that? She was supposed to be learning magic, not maths. With a not-so-quiet sigh, she picked up her quill once more and prepared to take notes on the reduction method. SIGH.