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Math was easy for the litch. After all it was something you could study and it always had an answer. You just had to be able to work at it sometimes to find said answer. Luckily however multiplication came easy to him. It was nice to have some easy homework for once…especially after the horror that was cooking the day before. He still wasn’t talking to Meris. Finishing Morin walked up and placed his assignment on the desk for once being the one waiting for Meris out in the hall instead of the other way around.

Having taken her teacher's words to heart, Maddie crept up to their desk and slid the colorful piece of paper on it, barely peeking over the edge. With a tiny squeak and smile, she hopped back in her seat, swinging her tiny legs.

Miela looked down at the worksheet with a determined smile, holding her tongue in her teeth. She worked hard to color inside the lines, outlining in a darker color and doing her best to make it pretty. Coloring had always been one of her favorite activities, and she swung her legs happily as she worked. Counting was simple enough, though she did watch and move her fingers to make sure she got the numbers in the correct order. She'd practiced counting her stuffed animals on multiple occasions, so she knew at least up to twenty pretty well.

Sliding out of her chair after putting away her crayons, toddling slowly up toward the teacher's desk. They didn't appear overly friendly, and Miela hesitated for a moment. She eventually reached up, standing on her toes to slide her worksheet onto the desk. She offered a shy smile and fluttered her wings as she adjusted the straps of her little backpack. "Thank you, Miss Teacher..." She turned and headed for the door, swinging her arms at her sides as she went.

Ivy took her worksheet and dutifully filled in the missing numbers then colored in her pumpkins. Once she finished she looked around the room as other kids continued to work. Well no sense in continuing to sit with it. She got up and turned in her worksheet giving the teacher a very soft smile before returning to her seat.

Maria had listened carefully, taking the materials offered and working diligently on her own. If one thing was certain, Maria was a neat colorer. Math wasn't hard for this little freshling, even though it wasn't her favorite topic! She wasn't an artist, however, and so she settled with simple markers and left a few gaps in her art. Once finished she leapt out of her chair and headed over to the teacher, tucking the paper on their desk with a bright smile. She did well, right?

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Quilo ran into class, earning a glare from the hall monitor, and sat down next to Ella. He gave her a happy wave and turned to his assignment. Counting was easy--penmanship was the hard part. He spent most of the period carefully writing the numbers with a black marker. With only two minutes left to finish coloring the sheet, he snatched up the only coloring supply left--a battered box of markers. The markers, as he soon found, were dying, but hey, no one said he had to be neat about the coloring! Coloring first blue, then yellow, and finally purple pumpkins, he added orange dots to represent swirling autumn leaves, and slid the worksheet onto Amari's desk. "I drew leaves," he added proudly. With that bit of artistic expression voiced, he went back to his seat and tried to give Ella a high-five.

Okay, so y'weren't s'pposed t' say folks were spooky, 'specially if they're spooky 'cause their skin an' eyes are glowin', botha which are racial traits, and y'can't say a race is spooky, rahght? So Melisara was at quite a loss for words when it came to describing the math teacher, Amari! She settled for "distinctive," and quietly sat in her seat. When the math assignment was passed out, she firmly stamped down a grown of despair. Logic puzzles?! Seriously? As if math needed to be more onerous!

But under the intimidating gaze of their teacher, she kept her mouth shut and did the assignment as best she could, working on scratch paper before transferring her answers to the sheet. She tore the scratch paper with the force of her erasure several times before she finally had the puzzle completed.

Arithmetic was useful. "Mathematics," on the other hand, was insanity designed by intelligent people in order to torture the stupid ones. And by "arithmetic," Batholith of course meant "adding and subtracting." Multiplication was some sort of blood magic that Batholith had heard the principles of, but never been taught. He turned in his paper absolute last, just barely before time was up--mostly because at the far end of the chart, he'd had to reduce himself to adding numbers on his fingers, furtively keeping his hands under his desk to hide his shameful stupidity.

He turned in his paper quietly, ears pinned back. Tonight, he was going to hit the books, and hit the books hard. He did not want to go through this humiliating ordeal ever again.