Dōjima looked over at him, and calmly, carefully, picked up the thesaurus on her desk, looking at it idly before chucking it right at his head. Hard.

"No, Red, you aren't," she replied, dusting off her hands. "You look like something a Witch dragged in. Maybe we need to start with small words, like the definition of 'fixed', or 'time', because I don't think you've managed either one yet, and that was what I lent you the tape for."