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Names.
The irony being that Eiji hated his first name and never went by it. It frustrated him that some people knew it too and would remind him of this fact every now and then. Looking at you in particular, Trinetta. And his nose wrinkled a bit at his house's prefect suggesting the given name carried more weight because...no. James was not a name that carried any weight for himself, thank you.
Admittedly, he was finding some of this lecture interesting, but the practicality of it all was lost on him because using the Chaldeans numbering system on something like...elephant was a bold blanket statement to say that all elephants shared that fate and everything else. The professor herself had brought up a fair few 'problems' with the subject...which clearly meant she had her own agenda and they were all merely beating around the bush until she made her point.
So, quickly, that interest that had displayed himself in a brief lighting up of the eyes was fading. Though Eleanor's comparison to ships and shoes nearly warranted a chuckle. Nearly.
All in all...this was all horribly subjective and when someone mentioned the whole other language aspect, well, the Slytherin had all but checked out. The kanji in his own name had English equivalents, proper words too. Great samurai or crystal samurai or silver samurai depending on which translation you wanted to apply.
The talk of trees and nature in general though kept his focus slightly. Namely...when was a tree considered a tree? When it was a sapling was the term sapling more applicable or would tree suffice? When a tree was chopped down and turned into a stump, it was still a tree in principle and still very much alive too. Same could be said for a flower. The different between a flower still rooted in the ground and one that had been plucked from the it and put in a vase of water - buying its time until it wilted.
Time.
Hmm.
"There is no accounting for the passage and flow of time," he said coolly after his hand had been raised. Offering nothing more than that before his hand settled back on to his quill and once again...waited.
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