Once again, Eliza strolled into class with an indifference in her step. She wasn't one to get too excited about any class unless there was some exception she was really interested in. Class was class, and that was that. Spotting the professor, she lifted the corner of her lips in the tiniest of smiles and gave him a quick nod. Other than that, she simply took a seat.

Yes, she was aware of the two big boxes sitting next to her desk, but no, she didn't try to open them or move them. Why would she? Even at eleven-years-old she knew better than to go poking her hands into boxes with unknown contents. With nothing else better to do, she just sat back in her seat and got herself comfortable.