Travis could smell the sour from across the room, it was not getting anywhere near him. Trav simply passed it along as it went by him.

But now the professor was coming around with something different. he listened to the other peoples reactions but attempted to just figure it out for himself without outside influence. The box came around, and he immediately reached in and groped for the object.

"OUCH!" he complained and his hand shot out of the box. Travis started shaking his hand violently to wave off the pain, before he compressed it against his chest. As the pain quickly faded, he said "Some kinda oval thing with thorns."

First Sour now Pain. This wasn't Arithmancy this was Torture. Since when did the meaning of numbers become so painful.