Taking a seat in the Arithmancy class, Claudian took out his bag and pulled out his Arithmancy journal, as well as a self-inking quill and his reading spectacles. Staring at the words Professor Shackleton just wrote. 'Neville Longbottom?' he thought to himself as he tried to recall the information he'd used for Longbottom when he drew up a natal chart for kicks. Scribbling that down on a separate sheet of parchment, on which he'd work out most of the math, he began his calculations occassionally stopping to wrinkle his nose in disfavour of the trickier calculations. It was a still a tough subject for him, but he put forth his best efforts hoping that they'd ammount to something.

When he was through, he applied a drying spell to the still wet ink in the last few pages of his journal, saving the very last one for sentimentalities sake. He checked over his math and did a last-chance editing of his interpretations and turned to the last page of his Arithmancy journal. With his quill he inscribed a short note to the professor thanking her for her patience and for her dedication to the subject. He was going to miss Professor Shackleton, as he was all of his teachers. He hoped she'd still be here if and when he had any children, even nieces or nephews, to send away to Hogwarts.

Satisfied with his answers, Claudian stood from his seat, folded and tucked the scratch-parchment into the journal page on which he'd done the final, gathered his belongings and approached the Arithmancy Professor. "Professor Shackleton?", he said quietly. "Thank you for the wonderful term." Turning out of the class for the final time, he headed down the hall and on to what awaited him in the future.