Ryden was itching. She had writing equipment in her bag, of course, just in case she needed to write an emergency letter to someone... But for lessons, she's never used it. She'd never felt the need to write anything down; mostly because she kind of knew it all already, and then because she didn't WANT to participate and all that.

Now, however, she really wanted to write this down. This class was almost like science and she LOVED science. Rolling her eyes at her own patheticness, the brunette quickly got out her things and began jotting down the things on the board, ignoring the nagging little voice that said, in a sing song voice, "Father's going to be EVER so proud of his little, swotty Ryden." Grrr.