Trystan walked into the room only a few seconds before the bell, hopping into his seat and looking at the teacher. He flattened his ears against his head and started to read his book again. It was a rather large book, and every now and then he would scribble something down on the pages. It was very rare to see inside of it though, since he basically gaurded the thing with his life. He kept reading silently as he waited for the teacher to begin the class, hoping it would pique his interest this time around.