In this form, Chime was small enough to fit into the palm of his hand. Tiny paws clutching his thumb and and pulling it into his mouth. Tiny sharp teeth nibbling harmlessly into it, Chime used to bite him all the time. Especially when they first met, the familiar had been fiesty, liking to nibble on his fingers and gnaw at his ear whenever he was atop his head. Vincent called it his 'teething phase', being the one who had filed down his teeth so he wouldn't hurt Sterling with his nibbling any more. Though he found it less satisfying it was a compromise between them both. Squeaking when he was squeezed a little too tightly, the familiar seemingly oblivious to the awkward silence around it as it continued to chew on his thumb. 

 Purring when he was petted, he was unaware of how all eyes were suddenly drawn towards him. Squeaking and purring until he was left alone, then in which he glared up at his Master as the hand out from under him was removed and he was left on his lap. Pouring and crossing his arms, he stared up at the students who quickly averted their own stares. 

 Helix up was the first to break the silence as he raised his hand, "The Alchemy theory. Every action has a following reaction. No magick, is without consequence." He cleared his throat and slowly lowered his hand, giving the roughest description of the Alchemy theory. Everyone else seemed grateful for the breaking of the ice. The twins raising their hand simultaneously, twirling their hair as they spoke in creepy unision, "The healer's theory, only magick that is stronger than whatever inflicted a wound can heal it. So even the smallest cut, if caused by powerful magick cannot be healed unless the healer is equally as strong.

 All that was left was the Fate's theory, but that was a rather tricky rule that a whole book could be dedicated to. It was complex in it's simplicity, stern and true as the other rules, but filled with loopholes and possible go arounds. The other students who had yet to answer any question shifted uncomfortably in their seats, not wanting to be the ones to have to answer. Dante, hunched over, stared up Sterling. His brother would surely be happy to tell everyone what the last theory was. He knew near everything that there was needed to know about magick. At least his report card would tell you that. He supposed he had to be glad that he had Sterling as a teacher, anyone else would take one look at the name 'Invalesco' and be sure to expect too much.

 "Don't any of you lame brains know the answer?" Chime finally chimed in, the familiar ominously cute in insulting them. Dante glared at it. He had yet to properly 'eat' like he should've since he had been changed. He could still eat regular foods, but he needed a regular dose of...well, he wouldn't mind taking a bite out of the little rat though he was pretty sure it didn't even have blood to taste awful. His brother never let that thing out of his sight anyway, in some ways, the familiar was more his family than his own brother was.