Arthimancy Class. Oh yes.

God, why the hell did he take this class?

Maxwell Silva was not who you'd call an overachiever. In fact, one who would label him as an underachiever. He never did anything above the bare minimum-and that was at his best. More often than not, he'd forego doing his homework entirely.

Of course, he'd gotten a ton of rubbish from his mother. You're such a smart boy! Why don't you do challenge yourself? Well, Max Silva did CHALLENGE himself each and every class-the challenge to keep himself awake.

But why of all classes, Arthimancy?-It was the most difficult class in the entire school, along with Ancient Runes. And heaven forbid Max enrolling in that.

Max mulled all over this, as he sat in his chair. His arms were folded, and he had his face buried in the fabric of his robes sleeves. His curly nut-brown hair spilled all over the place.

"I should have took Muggle Studies instead, he thought gloomily. Lifting up his head slightly, he glared at his seatmate. Or, the reason why he was taking this stupid class in the first place?

His best friend, Nicolas Sawyer had been absolutely keen in taking this class. And Max not knowing better thought it would be fun to have at least one class with his best friend. Being a naive second year, he had no idea what was in for.

But now as a grown up, jaded third year, he did know what he was in for-a big fat T next to Arthimancy.

Nicolas, on the contrary, was very excited about Arithmancy. Math was his favorite subject in primary school, and while this was completely different, he enjoyed it nonetheless. He was paying the utmost attention to the professor, taking avid notes.

Max studied his friend, with that same glare. If one were to notice this little scene, they would be rather frightened over how creepily Max was staring at Nick.

Look at him, sitting up straight, focused, with his uniform freshly pressed... destined to go on to Pendragon University and eventually joined the elite.

It was too much to bare. So Max turned around, and stared at the wall beside their desk. A spider was crawling around the place, looking for the perfect spot to build it's web.

Absent minded, Max picked the spider off the wall, and held it by a leg. He watched wriggle around, seeing how how shocked it was. It was a little cruel to leave it hanging in his hand, so he dumped it on top of his friend's notes, just to see his reaction.

Nicolas let out a little gasp, but nothing too audible--the class was either completely hooked into the lecture or asleep, with very little in-between space. He flicked the spider off of his desk, and it landed on some girl's shoulder.