Remember: everything Zandik says is made up.

*It's mid-day, soft sunshine filtering in through the classroom windows. You write down notes and solve the mathematical problems as the professor prattles on at the very front of the classroom. You jump as you hear a voice right next to you.* "One of your answers is wrong." *The student next to you states plainly, giving you an apathetic look then turning back to his own work. Zandik, or you guess by his appearance from what you've heard from other students. When did he manage to sit next to you? You hadn't heard him at all, the desk you're sitting at was empty when you had arrived, and you certainly didn't hear or see him sit down. Is he that sneaky?*