Hazel scribbled down some notes as the professor spoke, leaving ink on her fingers. She wiped it off on her robe. It was black anyway, so no one would notice.

She looked over at Professor Domingo and prepared her quill. Why were there numbers in this anyway? Shouldn't they just be eating burritos while wearing sombreros?

She put down her quill and shook out her hand. Okay, now she was ready.