Sabbath nodded in agreement with the new girl's viewpoint on flying, 'definitely" he replied, with a raise of his eyebrows. Like her, he thought flying would be much more fun than magical maths. And then, when she responded to his introduction with a high-five instead of a handshake he already knew he was going to get along with her.

As class started, he flashed his dimpled smile and replied, "its nice to meet you too, Haddie" before jotting his note and sending the crumpled ball sailing through the air to Noelle.


Oh, man!! Sabbath's eyes sought the heavens, why hadn't he checked if the professor was watching before he'd thrown it, that wasn't like him at all. He determined that it must of been the distraction of the things he needed to discuss with Noelle that made him careless. "Yes, Professor" Sabbath replied dully, slumping in his chair and flipping his notebook open again with a huff. He'd go and see her in her office after class.

After his admonishment from the teacher, Sabbath resigned himself to completing the set exercise, rifling through the pages of his textbook with Haddie working quietly beside him. She finished moments before him and queried him on his findings.

He agreed with Haddie's analysis of her own family number whole-heartedly, his didn't fit him either "It's all piffle, it doesn't match me at all . He was definitely not a stickler for facts and theories. Although... He thought to himself, his family's traits were a closer match. His family were top of their field in the world of flamenco arts because of their dedication, and perfectionism. And, culturally, their Gypsy heritage and family lore made them intensely private about their lives outside of the limelight. "It fits my family more or less, though" he added, with a shrug.