As Edward looked through the pile of books, the litter white bird with red eyes fluttered around the room, hopping here, flying there, twittering a response when Edward asked about being able to find a German copy. There were lots of different types of books in there, in many different languages, some that humans were unable to read, but others...could. The bird flew around as it waited for the young male to find what he was looking for. Turning its head when Edward seemed to be thanking the bird, which then chirps in response, almost as if saying that it was alright, and it was glad to help him find what he was looking for.<br/><br/>Fluttering quickly out of the door that was held open for it, the bird flew down the hallway back to the classroom where Mephisto was waiting at the doorway. The bird flies over to him, landing on top of his hat, chirping happily, hopping back and forth, fluttering its wings and tail feathers. "I'm guessing Maiyu was able to help you out?" Mephisto asks, smiling, but doesn't wait for an answer before turning to walk down the hallway, talking to the bird that seemed to be having a conversation with him.<br/><br/>Inside the classroom, the students were still studying, or at least it looked like that for some of them. Rin was making his pencil stand on its tip on his forefinger, balancing it, but when Edward came over he loses focus, and it falls onto the desk, the tip breaking off. Rin grins at Edward, laughing quietly at the question that was asked. If Edward saw his papers, the answer to that would be evident, and he would see that some of the answers near the top had been filled in, but below there was just scribbles and doodles, evidence that Rin had gotten bored and was just distracting himself until the end of the class.<br/><br/>Up at the front of the class, Yukio looks up from one of the papers he was reading over, to speak to the class. "Twenty more minutes. I want you all to turn those papers in at the end of the class, so please, no goofing off. I'm talking to you Rin." Yukio looks to his brother, who just sticks his tongue out. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, friggin four eyes mole face." He mutters this under his breath, pulling out another pencil, groaning as he looked to his paper. "This sucks..."