He dragged himself up to his room and into his bed. He was tired and it was weird to actually go to class. He wasn't stupid by any means. He was actually a genius, he just hated sitting in a classroom with his eyes crossed looking at lesson books all day long. It was boring and he could never sit still. Why couldn't classes be how he wanted them to be. Out in the fresh air or in a cloud of powder sugar?

He leaned back on his pillow and Stark jumped up onto the bed and padded around Diggy's feet. "Hey Stark," her murmured stifling a yawn. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sandwich bag. He had been up in the owlry scouting for mice and he got a good pecking for it too. He dumped a few dead mice into Stark's bowl and placed it on the floor near his night stand. The cat gave him a look and jumped off the bed to devour his dinner. Diggy reached under his pillow and pulled out a Superman comic and his bag of Bertie Beans.