"Nothing!" Lucky pushed it hastily into her saddlebags. "Just something my teacher thought I should do, no big deal." She started packing up the rest of her supplies—stoppering the inkwell, stowing away the quill in its case to prevent it from breaking, and neatly sliding each of the books into place. She had the whole bookbag packed in about thirty seconds, then looked up with a grin. “I’m ready!”