Ignoring the majority of the lecture, Nick had begun to get into a steady rhythm with his practice of levitating the pencil. It looked as if he was a piece of clockwork, performing it's only task, Up, left, right, left, right, down, up, left, right, left... He said rhythmically in his mind. He couldn't hold the pencil in the air for any longer than 6 seconds. He had tried, but the pencil had only faltered a bit, then fell back down to his desk. Up, left, right, left as he went to go right again, a fly buzzed around his face, landing on his cheek. Batting it away with his hand, he hadn't realized what he'd done until he looked to his right and saw his pencil flying through the air, straight at Areiz.