Beauxbatons was cold and drafty as blizzards wailed outside the frozen windows, obscuring the usually breathtaking view of the Pyrenees and causing the palace to feel moody and cramped, even more than usual. Ayana hated it with a passion, missing the mountains of the moon quite desperately these days, but there was nowhere to run. Luckily for her - but perhaps not for her students, opinions usually vary - this lesson was one she always particularly enjoyed teaching and she was all smiles as she set up her classroom. Chairs lined up behind desks that were in turn lined up to face the board. The front desk sported a large, old looking wooden crate about half a meter in diameter and the blackboard boasted some friendly arithmetic calculations. One plus six, four times seven, one hundred and thirty five divided by nine, nice things like that. Ayana herself was leaning against her desk, peering into the crate with a small frown.

Come on in and settle down, Thursday's afternoon Arithmancy class is about to begin.