<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Lost_y1_gal_garcia1_s_FULL.jpg)</div><br/>Someone had once made a crack that the only thing at Hogwarts heavier than Gabreil’s backpack was Gabriel.  Despite his considerable girth and heavy load, Gabriel was no more winded by the long stair climbs than anyone else by the time he got to the top.<br/><br/>To add an extra burden, Nichodemus was perced on his bulging backpack all the way up.  Ariving a bit early, he went to a window and sent the raven out for some air, then took a seat in front, and almost center.   He laid out a notebook and a number of quills, then glanced around to the others, nodding greetings to a good many.  When the professor entered, he called, “Good morning, professor,” then settled into an attentive pose.<br/><br/>At 2013-05-29 10:39:06, Muse (uid: 16) rolls: 3d6 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46785)<br/><br/>“Adler, Poplar” Gabriel muttered, chewing on the tip of his quill, “Rowan, cherry...”  After a moment, his thoughts lapsed into the vocal range again, “It’s something to do with muggle science, isn’t it?” he whispered, thinking back to conversations with his grandmother.   The more he looked for it, the more he drew a blank.”<br/><br/>He put his quill down carefully and glanced around to see how his classmates were doing.  Then he glanced over the chart to see if it was something so simple that this would give it away.  With no luck there, he steepled his fingers and closed his eyes, sorting through memories of evenings spent in the library with his grandmother, but still drawing a blank.<br/>