Originally Posted by Mordred

The Slytherin nodded back at the professor and examined his answer. Well, that worked and was pleased himself. The better news? He can get more kebabs. But yeah, maybe in a little while, he’d go savor his little achievement first, because learning Arithmancy is a bit of a challenge, no?

The explanation was revealed shortly, and Ethan nodded in understanding as he copied the exact answer for Five and Ten. Well, he’s close all right, and that was good. At least his answer didn’t come straight from a textbook. That even made him feel smarter and whatnot. Moving on!

Whaaaaaat?

More numbers??? The Slytherin scrunched up his nose as he re-read the writings on the board. Six is the product of the male and female number, which could only mean a first born child, correct? But what about numbers seven to nine? Seriously? Ethan controlled himself not to do a head desk, instead, he concentrated on the smell of food. Yes. That should be enough to drive his brain to work, no? And so…more experimenting happened.

Scribble, scribble, scribble. Head scratch. Scribble, scribble, scribble.



“This is crazy stuff.” Ethan thought as he cradled his head while writing his interpretation. Stuff’s hard, you see? The Slytherin put his quill down, got up and got himself some more veggie kebabs. Analysing stuff that he doesn’t know makes his stomach protest for food. Besides, growing kid. As he munched happily on his food, Ethan nudged Simon and gestured the boy to let him see his notes. Sharing is caring…and he just might get something more sensible from his fellow snake. He too, turned to Cutty who’s just behind him. “Watcha got, Mordaunt?” Three heads are better than two. See? That even seemed relevant in Arithmancy. Three is greater than two. Heh. As Ethan took a peek, the Slytherin choked at Cutty’s work. Cough, Cough, Cough. “Are you Pythagoras’ decendant???” Those numbers just looked…intimidating for the boy. Yup.

Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

"Juh..!", But before Cutty could get the word out, Simon had already uttered it. Too eerie. For the first time in his life, Cutty's face mirrored that of the person with whom he was communicating quite unintentionally. Wide-eyed suspicion.

It had suddenly faded, however to blank consideration as he looked down at his dormmates notes. "I was lookin' for a pattern. Trying to see if it mattered which numbers we combined to arrive at 7-9's numerical vibration. What I see is that the first three numbers are found by combining 1 with other numbers, then the next three are found by combining 2. Like, 2 plus 3 is five and 2 times 3 gives us 6 and so on. So I was wondering if the next set would be combinations of 3 or perhaps 5." He took a blank sheet of parchment and demonstrated for his dormmate just what he meant.


"If that's the case, then I think you'd be close with your answer for 9. Only, you've got the meanings for 4 and 6, which gives us 10." He spoke casually, though. Not his usual judgey self. Or he was holding it all in, as he was prone to rudeness. "I think you meant 5, anyway. Which gives us..."



"But if there is a pattern with 3, then maybe 9 might be..."


Cutty looked to his dormmate to try and glean anything of comprehension, although to his weak amygdala he was more likely trying to read an expression that suggested he was being followed or believed.