Zachary laughed aloud, the laughter of the cruel, of the possibly insane, and a healthy amount of worried sniggering could be heard from the table he'd left. Meanwhile, a teacher nearby swallowed the last of his noodles, before he pushed himself to his feet. His name was Maddox. No one knew him by any other name, except occasionally Professor Maddox, or Mr. Maddox. He was unkempt to say the least, with a wrinkled, poor-looking suit, unbuttoned, and his hair was a mess. However, he was not to be underestimated, he stood up, approaching Zachary and the fallen Eirawen, Zachary merely laughing over the fallen Eirawen. This was precisely why he didn't see what was coming.<br/><br/>"Devil's Arithmetic: Prism," he muttered as he went, ethereal paper wrapping around his arms, an equation writing itself over both arms. Lines formed around Zachary's body, an invisible field keeping his hand from reaching Eirawen. "Scale," Maddox continued as he leisurely walked along, the cube starting to contract, Zachary's face becoming panicked. And after a short while, the cube was six inches cubed, an area not too much larger than the average human's hand. But through some form of magic, Zachary was entirely unhurt. Merely... more compact than he'd wish. "Miss, are you alright?" Maddox asked, reaching down to the fallen Eirawen, Zachary floating just above his shoulder.