Techne? Emmylou had heard that before. Maybe it was something that her grandmother had said to her. The third year kinda knew what it meant but she didn't know what words to use so that she didn't confused herself or the professor. Emmylou scratched her the back of her head. She knew it, she really did but nothing was coming to her brain right now. Techne. Techne. Techne. The blonde repeated the word in her head a few times, and then it popped into her head. Emmylou raised her hand up high. "Professor, doesn't it mean something like a method in the making of something?" She knew that was some of it or she could be wrong but at least she tried. It was better than not saying anything.