Okay, so this was good. Arithmancy was something Abby liked. Not necessarily excelled at, but liked. It wasn't downright interesting. But nice. Math, numbers, WOOT.

She walked into the classroom, books in hand. "Good day, professor," she said brightly to the woman. Erm, she had forgotten her name. Must check schedule!

Making her way through the room, Abby picked a seat near and around people. There was no one she recognized, but might as well. Might as well. What was the sense in sitting alone like some sort of freak? She set down her book and pulled out the schedule that was sticking out of its pages. Hadley. That was her name.