Arithmancy

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Max, like Rachel, had fallen asleep as well as in his Arithmancy class. He didn't know what he had taken it in the first place. It was all really dull work, and confusing too. But, than again, he kinda chose his extra classes at random. So, here he was, stuck in the most difficult and boring class of them all in Hogwarts.

[nooo, he should be good in Arithmancy, he's an Algebra kid. DX]

Nicolas was also in Arithmancy, but he was taking notes like a good little kid.

Krad Elddir was sitting, staring with those creepy yellow eyes at the shota head in front of him. Out of his pocket, he brought out an ice cube and put it down Nicolas's back, cackling quietly.

Nicolas's eyes widened, and he reached behind his back to see what was down his back. Ice cube. Who would waste their time in class to do that? Max... but Max was asleep. Nicolas turned around and eyed Krad. What the hell was he doing here? Wasn't he some third-year?

(Lulz, we should start adventures in Arithmancy class now.)

Max continued sleeping. But alas, he moved his arm in his sleep, and he knocked door his bottle of ink, resulting it spilling all over the table.

[The adventures of Max and Nicolas in Arithmancy. ]

Nicolas turned back around, and Max's ink had spilled. Nicolas was sitting next to Max, so he gathered up his parchment, out of way of the ink, and poked Max a couple times.

"Ugh, shut up, Hermione..." mumbled Max, as he shifted his body.

[rachel reply to the PM.]

"It's not Hermione. It's Nicolas. And your ink is spilling everywhere," Nicolas whispered, elbowing Max.

"Huh, what?" Max was now half-awake. "Oh, really now? Well, you clean it up, kay?" and he fell back asleep. <3

"I'm not cleaning it up," Nicolas glared at him. He elbowed Max harder.

"No no, it's fine, I insist."

"Dammit Max, clean it up. It's getting on your notes."

Indeed, the ink was getting on his notes. Oh well, no matter. He had only wrote his name and the title of the piece of parchment. So, he slept on. "Haruki Suzumiya demands that you, lowly Mitsruu clean it up." He was obviously having a Haruki Suzumiya dream.

Serenity Rosensteel wrote:Krad Elddir was sitting, staring with those creepy yellow eyes at the shota head in front of him. Out of his pocket, he brought out an ice cube and put it down Nicolas's back, cackling quietly.

[... ain't he a third year? ._.]

"Who the hell is Mitsuru?" Nicolas wondered aloud. Lucky for him, he didn't know what Haruki had once done to Mitsuru in the manga. "God, you're horrible sometimes."

And when the bell rang, Nicolas elbowed Max again. "Class is over, wake up."

"Ugh, fine." he said standing up. And finally, he wiped up the mess the ink made. "Anyway, I'm going to go shower now before the choosing starts."

"See ya downstairs," Nicolas said, put his stuff away, and left class.

Max is what you would expect him to being doing right now: sleeping right through class.

Nicolas was beside him, face in his hands. It was the classic double-facepalm. Max needed to get some sleep every once in awhile, Nicolas thought.

Max than woke up from his slumber, and looked at Nicolas for a minute. He than wrote on a scrap piece of parchment and passed it to him. "Do you think everything I do is retarded? 'Cause you're always facepalming?"

"But I'm tired! Besides, shouldn't I be the smart one in this case? After all, you are BLOND!"Max underlined the word blond alot before passing it to him.