Margarita Blinova
Dangerous to be a student
Ah-ah!!! someone yelled in panic, and I was ashamed to find that the scream was escaping entirely from my throat. She immediately paused in embarrassment and pretended to be a broom.
Who yelled like a cut? I was screaming like crazy?!
Pfft! You obviously mixed up something.
Bois-s-sya? - the three-meter monster hissed, smiling charmingly.
Dude, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I snorted, trying to calm my racing heart. - With such facial parameters, only participate in the competition for the worst nightmare!
The monster laughed out loud, obviously pleased with the effect produced, but, frankly, I was not in a mood for fun.
Amy, how are you? I leaned over the softly moaning blonde.
The girl lay on the ground, clutching her bleeding side with her right hand, and looked more like a ghost than a person.
Dark looked not just bad, but creepy. Golden curls stuck together and lost their healthy shine, the skin glowed dully, and cloudy tears slowly flowed from the eyes, indicating the depletion of the magical reserve.
It seems I'm dying… - the Anointed of Death whispered with blue lips and coughed hoarsely, spitting blood on the ground.
Aren't you afraid to get hit in the forehead for such words? No?! - I asked menacingly, cast a glance at the scaly monster frozen in a couple of meters and cheerfully said: - Amy, you lie down for a while, think about your behavior, and I will quickly mochkanu smiling nightmare and get us out of this priest of the world!
The blonde didn't answer. All it took was a forced smile. Which, in principle, is also not bad, because, according to statistics, optimists live longer.
That's better! - I cheered up a little, quickly rising to my feet and drawing two unimaginably huge fiery swords.
Well? - studying look in the direction of a potential enemy. - What do you want: to die right away or dance with me before death?
The three-meter carcass grinned and belligerently put out huge paws with an impressive manicure.
I didn't even doubt it. - Any creatures of the night, including the monster standing opposite, could envy my bloodthirsty grin.
Hissing menacingly, he dropped on all fours and rushed towards me with the sole purpose of biting the throat of an overly talkative obstacle to the main course - Emilia ...
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Hey! - Natka interrupted me, waving a half-eaten sandwich. - You're telling everything wrong!
I rolled my eyes, furrowed my brows, and turned to my red-haired friend.
What does it mean - I'm telling you wrong? - She asked indignantly, simultaneously taking a greedy sip from a cup of piping hot coffee.
I winced at the patronizing tone and looked up at the night sky.
Great Goddess, where were my eyes and bright mind when I chose a witch and a Dark One as my friends?
Okay ... - she reluctantly gave up, looking thoughtfully at the scarlet flashes from the merrily crackling fire, and warned: - But, mind you, don’t interrupt me anymore!
The guys nodded their heads vigorously, and I thought for a second, trying to remember how it all really started ...
How did it all start?
And it all started on the day of my return to the University of Magic and Divination…
But since someone has hinted about the order, then, perhaps, we will start with it.
Magicians like me are called disparagingly - Dummy.
A fundamentally wrong statement, given the fact that the magical reserves of such Emptys are simply obscenely high and draw energy directly from space, like light oxygen. And we would definitely show everyone Kuz'kin's mother, but everything in the world is balanced.
Children born with the potential of masters cannot use own strength, but to transfer to others - easily.
In short, nature sincerely and disgustingly laughed! And now the product of this very mockery in the person of a graduate of the Faculty of Theoretical Magic of the University of Magic and Divination is forced to carefully disguise herself as an average crammer without prospects, desires and opportunities.
And, probably, I would even have been able to calmly get a diploma and flutter into “adult” life, but unexpectedly, the Dark Ones were sent to the university to exchange experience and knowledge - vile, deceitful, insidious and evil receptacles of vice.
As if according to the law of meanness, I was appointed to the role of a nanny for immigrants, and then, of course, off we go ...
What did the great and terrible director (in the common people simply WOOD) hope for when bailing out a student with nine testosterone bigwigs and one stunningly cute blonde? Apparently, on my outstanding analytical mind, knowledge of everyone and everyone within the walls of my native university, as well as many years of training in a clan of mercenaries.
Actually, the head of the law enforcement department was counting on the same thing, secretly working with me for the past two years.
After my unsuccessful kidnapping, organized by a former university teacher, Professor Barados, and a law enforcement doctor, again a former one, I managed to exist quietly for a whole week. But closer to the weekend, the Light Goddess decided that the “boring life” was not for me and brought a little variety to the gray everyday life of student De la Varga.
Running out for a run in the morning, I slipped and made a graceful somersault into the mud.
By the way, not only the tracksuit and self-esteem suffered, but also the spine that still had not recovered from the fracture.
Everything is fine! The legs did not lose their motor function, - the doctor reassured the queue in the ward, concerned about my health. But it's better to watch for a while...
Naturally, no one listened to the end of the last phrase. Everyone was so excited about this notorious "but ..." that at the collective council, which was attended by the director of the university, Godfather, my boyfriend Ruslan and best friend Natochka, everyone agreed that such a valuable patient should be observed no less than an elven diplomat from the city-kingdom of Giza.
Julius, having learned about the "happy" news, sighed sadly and went to gut the wine cellars, but I became even more depressed.
Well, how to call people who force a healthy energetic person to lie in bed for two weeks?
The tormentors paid no attention to my protesting cries. Having packed my things and swearing goodbye to send mail monkeys every day, they pushed me into the portal and ordered me not to return until the end of the term prescribed by the doctor.
Guess how many letters with monkeys flew to me? Exactly!
In short, after hanging out with Yulik for a week, I quickly collected a few belongings and quietly dumped. And it’s not that I don’t care about my health, it’s just… Well, what kind of recovery can we talk about if, out of boredom, you want to go and get rude to someone big and aggressive?
Using bypass portals, I arrived at the university late in the evening. Having greeted the middle-aged watchman of the women's dormitory, she literally flew up the stairs to the sixth floor and pushed the door with the number "666".
Sharpening! - I shouted so loudly that the bottles on the shelf clinked plaintively, in such a simple way complaining to the world about my bad manners.
The red-haired witch squealed with joy and ran to hug:
Linka!! she yelled even louder.
This time, the bottles did not react in any way - apparently, they resigned themselves to their difficult fate. But the neighbors on the left showed violent discontent, cursing intricately and wishing troublemakers for long years life.
Natka, ignoring the threats against us, squeezed me a little more, and then pulled away:
You should hang out in Giza for another week, - looking suspiciously into my honest, honest eyes, the girl said.
So Julius let me go! - I’m lying and don’t even blush, and then I completely change the subject, moving away from the shelling of dangerous questions.
Ta-ah-ah-k, - I drawled, examining my neighbor from head to toe, - and where are we going so beautiful for the night?
The witch smiled happily, straightened her fluffy curls and stunned me with a statement:
Rene sent a message. The dark ones are back...
I blinked a couple of times and sat up. It's good that you didn't miss the chair!
Because if the Dark Ones return, it means that along with them, the duties of a curator and the corresponding hemorrhoids to resolve the age-old conflict “Light Ones Against the Dark Ones” again fall on my thin shoulders.
Oh-she! It seems that I hurried to molt from Yulik.
Well, why are you frozen? - tying a green scarf around her neck, her friend muttered displeasedly. - It's time for us to go!
How - where? - driving me off the chair and impatiently pushing me in the back, my friend was amazed. - Meet the guys, of course! After all, it all fits together so well. And you returned, and Emilia, and now my Rene will finally be there ...
All the way, the excited Natochka chattered incessantly about all sorts of trifles. I trudged along reluctantly, torn by contradictions. On the one hand, somewhere very deep in my soul, a carefully concealed joy arose from the return of the nine kingpins and the fragile blonde Emilia. And on the other hand, all the same, inside, panic was growing: what if he still didn’t come?
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© Blinova M., 2015
© Publishing House Eksmo LLC, 2015
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Prologue
- A-ah-ah!!! someone yelled in panic, and I was ashamed to find that the scream was escaping entirely from my throat. She immediately paused in embarrassment and pretended to be a broom.
Who yelled like a cut? I was screaming like crazy?!
Pfft! You obviously mixed up something.
- Boiss-s-sya? the three-meter monster hissed, smiling charmingly.
Dude, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I snorted, trying to calm my racing heart. - With such facial parameters, only participate in the competition for the worst nightmare!
The monster laughed out loud, obviously pleased with the effect produced, but, frankly, I was not in a mood for fun.
- Amy, how are you? I leaned over the softly moaning blonde.
The girl lay on the ground, clutching her bleeding side with her right hand, and looked more like a ghost than a person.
Dark looked not just bad, but creepy. Golden curls stuck together and lost their healthy shine, the skin glowed dully, and cloudy tears slowly flowed from the eyes, indicating the depletion of the magical reserve.
“It seems I am dying…” the Anointed of Death whispered with blue lips and coughed hoarsely, spitting blood on the ground.
- Aren't you afraid to get hit in the forehead for such words? No?! – I asked menacingly, cast a glance at the scaly monster frozen in a couple of meters and cheerfully said: – Amy, you lie down for a while, think about your behavior, and I’ll quickly smack a smiling nightmare and get us out of this ass of the world!
The blonde didn't answer. All it took was a forced smile. Which, in principle, is also not bad, because, according to statistics, optimists live longer.
- That's better! I cheered up a little, quickly rising to my feet and drawing two unimaginably huge fiery swords.
- Well? – studying look in the direction of a potential enemy. - What do you want: to die right away or dance with me before death?
The three-meter carcass grinned and belligerently put out huge paws with an impressive manicure.
- I didn't even doubt it. – My bloodthirsty grin could be the envy of any creatures of the night, including the monster standing opposite.
Hissing menacingly, he dropped on all fours and rushed towards me with the sole purpose of biting the throat of an overly talkative obstacle to the main course - Emilia ...
* * *
- Hey! Natka interrupted me, waving a half-eaten sandwich. - You're telling everything wrong!
I rolled my eyes, furrowed my brows, and turned to my red-haired friend.
What do you mean I'm wrong? - She asked indignantly, simultaneously taking a greedy sip from a cup of scalding hot coffee.
I winced at the patronizing tone and looked up at the night sky.
Great Goddess, where were my eyes and bright mind when I chose a witch and a Dark One as my friends?
“Okay…” she reluctantly gave up, looking thoughtfully at the scarlet flashes from the merrily crackling fire, and warned: “But, mind you, don’t interrupt me anymore!”
The guys nodded their heads vigorously, and I thought for a second, trying to remember how it all really started ...
Chapter 1
How did it all start?
And it all started on the day of my return to the University of Magic and Divination…
But since someone has hinted about the order, then, perhaps, we will start with it.
Magicians like me are called disparagingly - Dummy.
A fundamentally wrong statement, given the fact that the magical reserves of such Emptys are simply obscenely high and draw energy directly from space, like light oxygen. And we would definitely show everyone Kuz'kin's mother, but everything in the world is balanced.
Children who have the potential of masters from birth cannot use their own power, but transferring it to others is easy.
In short, nature sincerely and disgustingly laughed! And now the product of this very mockery in the person of a graduate of the Faculty of Theoretical Magic of the University of Magic and Divination is forced to carefully disguise herself as an average crammer without prospects, desires and opportunities.
And, probably, I would even have been able to calmly get a diploma and flutter into “adult” life, but unexpectedly, the Dark Ones were sent to the university to exchange experience and knowledge - vile, deceitful, insidious and evil receptacles of vice.
As if according to the law of meanness, I was appointed to the role of a nanny for immigrants, and then, of course, off we go ...
What did the great and terrible director (in the common people simply WOOD) hope for when bailing out a student with nine testosterone bigwigs and one stunningly cute blonde? Apparently, on my outstanding analytical mind, knowledge of everyone and everyone within the walls of my native university, as well as many years of training in a clan of mercenaries.
Actually, the head of the law enforcement department was counting on the same thing, secretly working with me for the past two years.
After my unsuccessful kidnapping, organized by a former university teacher, Professor Barados, and a law enforcement doctor, again a former one, I managed to exist quietly for a whole week. But closer to the weekend, the Light Goddess decided that the “boring life” was not for me and brought a little variety to the gray everyday life of student De la Varga.
Running out for a run in the morning, I slipped and made a graceful somersault into the mud.
By the way, not only the tracksuit and self-esteem suffered, but also the spine that still had not recovered from the fracture.
- Everything is fine! The legs did not lose their motor function, - the doctor reassured the queue in the ward, concerned about my health. “But it’s better to watch for a while…”
Naturally, no one listened to the end of the last phrase. Everyone was so excited about this notorious "but ..." that at the collective council, which was attended by the director of the university, Godfather, my boyfriend Ruslan and best friend Natochka, everyone agreed that such a valuable patient should be observed no less than an elven diplomat from the city-kingdom of Giza.
Julius, having learned about the "happy" news, sighed sadly and went to gut the wine cellars, but I became even more depressed.
Well, how to call people who force a healthy energetic person to lie in bed for two weeks?
The tormentors paid no attention to my protesting cries. Having packed my things and swearing goodbye to send mail monkeys every day, they pushed me into the portal and ordered me not to return until the end of the term prescribed by the doctor.
Margarita Blinova
Dangerous to be a student
© Blinova M., 2015
© Publishing House Eksmo LLC, 2015
- A-ah-ah!!! someone yelled in panic, and I was ashamed to find that the scream was escaping entirely from my throat. She immediately paused in embarrassment and pretended to be a broom.
Who yelled like a cut? I was screaming like crazy?!
Pfft! You obviously mixed up something.
- Boiss-s-sya? the three-meter monster hissed, smiling charmingly.
Dude, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I snorted, trying to calm my racing heart. - With such facial parameters, only participate in the competition for the worst nightmare!
The monster laughed out loud, obviously pleased with the effect produced, but, frankly, I was not in a mood for fun.
- Amy, how are you? I leaned over the softly moaning blonde.
The girl lay on the ground, clutching her bleeding side with her right hand, and looked more like a ghost than a person.
Dark looked not just bad, but creepy. Golden curls stuck together and lost their healthy shine, the skin glowed dully, and cloudy tears slowly flowed from the eyes, indicating the depletion of the magical reserve.
“It seems I am dying…” the Anointed of Death whispered with blue lips and coughed hoarsely, spitting blood on the ground.
- Aren't you afraid to get hit in the forehead for such words? No?! – I asked menacingly, cast a glance at the scaly monster frozen in a couple of meters and cheerfully said: – Amy, you lie down for a while, think about your behavior, and I’ll quickly smack a smiling nightmare and get us out of this ass of the world!
The blonde didn't answer. All it took was a forced smile. Which, in principle, is also not bad, because, according to statistics, optimists live longer.
- That's better! I cheered up a little, quickly rising to my feet and drawing two unimaginably huge fiery swords.
- Well? – studying look in the direction of a potential enemy. - What do you want: to die right away or dance with me before death?
The three-meter carcass grinned and belligerently put out huge paws with an impressive manicure.
- I didn't even doubt it. – My bloodthirsty grin could be the envy of any creatures of the night, including the monster standing opposite.
Hissing menacingly, he dropped on all fours and rushed towards me with the sole purpose of biting the throat of an overly talkative obstacle to the main course - Emilia ...
- Hey! Natka interrupted me, waving a half-eaten sandwich. - You're telling everything wrong!
I rolled my eyes, furrowed my brows, and turned to my red-haired friend.
What do you mean I'm wrong? - She asked indignantly, simultaneously taking a greedy sip from a cup of scalding hot coffee.
I winced at the patronizing tone and looked up at the night sky.
Great Goddess, where were my eyes and bright mind when I chose a witch and a Dark One as my friends?
“Okay…” she reluctantly gave up, looking thoughtfully at the scarlet flashes from the merrily crackling fire, and warned: “But, mind you, don’t interrupt me anymore!”
The guys nodded their heads vigorously, and I thought for a second, trying to remember how it all really started ...
How did it all start?
And it all started on the day of my return to the University of Magic and Divination…
But since someone has hinted about the order, then, perhaps, we will start with it.
Magicians like me are called disparagingly - Dummy.
A fundamentally wrong statement, given the fact that the magical reserves of such Emptys are simply obscenely high and draw energy directly from space, like light oxygen. And we would definitely show everyone Kuz'kin's mother, but everything in the world is balanced.
Children who have the potential of masters from birth cannot use their own power, but transferring it to others is easy.
In short, nature sincerely and disgustingly laughed! And now the product of this very mockery in the person of a graduate of the Faculty of Theoretical Magic of the University of Magic and Divination is forced to carefully disguise herself as an average crammer without prospects, desires and opportunities.
And, probably, I would even have been able to calmly get a diploma and flutter into “adult” life, but unexpectedly, the Dark Ones were sent to the university to exchange experience and knowledge - vile, deceitful, insidious and evil receptacles of vice.
As if according to the law of meanness, I was appointed to the role of a nanny for immigrants, and then, of course, off we go ...
What did the great and terrible director (in the common people simply WOOD) hope for when bailing out a student with nine testosterone bigwigs and one stunningly cute blonde? Apparently, on my outstanding analytical mind, knowledge of everyone and everyone within the walls of my native university, as well as many years of training in a clan of mercenaries.
Actually, the head of the law enforcement department was counting on the same thing, secretly working with me for the past two years.
After my unsuccessful kidnapping, organized by a former university teacher, Professor Barados, and a law enforcement doctor, again a former one, I managed to exist quietly for a whole week. But closer to the weekend, the Light Goddess decided that the “boring life” was not for me and brought a little variety to the gray everyday life of student De la Varga.
Running out for a run in the morning, I slipped and made a graceful somersault into the mud.
By the way, not only the tracksuit and self-esteem suffered, but also the spine that still had not recovered from the fracture.
- Everything is fine! The legs did not lose their motor function, - the doctor reassured the queue in the ward, concerned about my health. “But it’s better to watch for a while…”
Naturally, no one listened to the end of the last phrase. Everyone was so excited about this notorious "but ..." that at the collective council, which was attended by the director of the university, Godfather, my boyfriend Ruslan and best friend Natochka, everyone agreed that such a valuable patient should be observed no less than an elven diplomat from the city-kingdom of Giza.
Julius, having learned about the "happy" news, sighed sadly and went to gut the wine cellars, but I became even more depressed.
Well, how to call people who force a healthy energetic person to lie in bed for two weeks?
The tormentors paid no attention to my protesting cries. Having packed my things and swearing goodbye to send mail monkeys every day, they pushed me into the portal and ordered me not to return until the end of the term prescribed by the doctor.
Guess how many letters with monkeys flew to me? Exactly!
In short, after hanging out with Yulik for a week, I quickly collected a few belongings and quietly dumped. And it’s not that I don’t care about my health, it’s just… Well, what kind of recovery can we talk about if, out of boredom, you want to go and get rude to someone big and aggressive?
Using bypass portals, I arrived at the university late in the evening. Having greeted the middle-aged watchman of the women's dormitory, she literally flew up the stairs to the sixth floor and pushed the door with the number "666".
- Natochka! I shouted so loudly that the bottles on the shelf clinked plaintively, in such a simple way complaining to the world about my bad manners.
The red-haired witch squealed with joy and ran to hug:
- Linka! she yelled even louder.
This time, the bottles did not react in any way - apparently, they resigned themselves to their difficult fate. But the neighbors on the left showed violent dissatisfaction, cursing intricately and wishing the troublemakers long life.
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The novel "It's Dangerous to Be a Student" is the second part of the series "Hard Everyday Life", a continuation of the book "It's Hard to Be a Student". Another name for this work is “Difficult everyday life, or Linka does not give up.”
The main character of this cycle is an ordinary girl named Angelina - a final year student at the University of Magic and Divination. Margarita Blinova immerses the reader in an amazing fantasy world of witchcraft and otherworldly forces, showing not only its structure, but also the struggle for spheres of influence. Whether an ordinary girl without innate magical abilities will be able to subdue the Dark and Light forces, you will find out if you decide to read this work and the series to the end.
While Angelina "gnaws" granite theoretical science in anticipation of quickly getting a diploma and “fluttering” into adulthood, fate prepared an unexpected turn for her. The director appoints the girl as the curator of the Dark Ones, who were sent to the Light Lands to exchange knowledge. But bad luck - these creatures turned out to be completely unsuitable for life on the Light Side, and a graduate student has to pull them out of all sorts of troubles. However, that's not all. Angelinka finds herself between two fires. She will have to turn on all her charm and intelligence in order to reconcile the two warring camps. But this is not her only task. Strange things happen in her environment: love affairs are twisted, a serial killer appears. Thanks to her new friends, the student becomes a real detective and investigates a series of murders. and at the same time reveals amazing magical secrets that I didn’t even know about.
Margarita Blinova created a work in the best traditions of an adventure-detective novel. Intrigues are “strung” on the plot one after another, like beads, and each new page of the book is an ever greater immersion in the magical world of good and evil. The main villainous plan, which is to be revealed to Linke, is overgrown with new details. Interacting with representatives of the Dark and Light forces, the girl gains invaluable experience in magical practice, but here it is no longer just a harmless study, but an adventure full of dangers, where the life of the main character and her friends is at stake.
Reading The Danger of Being Students is easy and exciting. Margarita Blinova “impregnated it” with intellectual humor, “scattered” various details throughout the text, which are puzzle pieces in this entertaining story. The unpredictable ending “warms up” the interest even more and points to the continuation of Angelina's adventures.
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Popular rumor says: "If you want trouble, meet the Dark One." And what about Angelinka, the curator of as many as eleven Dark Ones who have decided to continue their education in the Light Lands? That's right, once again to no avail to pray to the Light Goddess, who never gave the Dark Ones even a modicum of self-preservation instinct, and "silently" start the struggle to build a shaky peace between the two warring camps. Do you think it can't get worse? How else can! Especially when your friends call Cerberus, best friend is wasting away Great Love, a serial killer is operating in the magical dotrem, and the nasty Dostavala does not understand what! And how can a poor student get out of this? Yes, as always, with the help of intelligence, luck and a huge supply of optimism. The book was also published under the title "Hard everyday life, or Linka does not give up."
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From love to hate, as you know, there is only one step, but the road to reverse side takes much more time.
- This is unthinkable, - the girl was indignant, throwing her heavy braid behind her back. - I will complain…
“Rozzie,” I groaned plaintively, “please don’t start.
An aristocrat by birth, perceiving the world from a completely different angle, angrily flashed her eyes, clearly hinting that no one and nothing could stop her.
The rest of the Dark Ones at the table, for some reason, mostly supported Rozzie, preferring to ignore the opinion of the pale handler.
No, I won't leave it like that! Director Rohan will find out about everything and take action,” the girl promised fervently and began to think aloud over the wording of the claim.
I groaned plaintively again, pushed the empty plate away and put my heavy head on the table...
… A superbly started day confidently passed the “morning” mark, but, having run up to the first barrier, shamefully left the distance.
"How could you do this to me?" Julius raged. “I almost lost my mind!”
Principal Rohan, in whose office a warm friendly meeting between the doctor and the patient took place, looked accusingly at the student frozen in the chair and frowned with displeasure. And I guiltily averted my eyes and listened to the accusations against me.
Do you even know what first came to my mind? - Nervously pacing back and forth in the office, the elf spoke out. - I decided that they put you on the altar again and decided to kill you. Rushed to His Majesty King Maximilian...
“Whoa,” I snapped. - Did Max undertake to organize my search?
Julius hesitated slightly, stopped his senseless walking and spread his hands.
“Actually, he offered to find your kidnappers and share with them,” the diplomat Ratan answered apologetically. “But you yourself understand that it’s stupid to expect a different reaction after your legendary disruption of the wedding of King Maximilian and Marie ... But it doesn’t matter,” Julius frowned again. “Why didn’t you even write me a last note?”
I bow my head repentantly, admitting my stupidity... I was in such a hurry to get back to the university as soon as possible that I didn't even think about the elf. Then I walked around the park for half the night, catching maniacs, and in the morning I just didn’t have time.
“Yulik, forgive me,” I sincerely asked, looking into the blue eyes of my friend.
The stately elf peered into my face for a while, then folded his arms over his chest and snorted loudly.
“Teacher Ratan,” he said, proudly throwing back his delicate face.
- What? I breathed, turning around and looking solely at the headmaster at his desk.
The completely bald magician flashed his smooth crown and smiled contentedly:
“I just needed a replacement for Professor Barados, and then the diplomat Ratan visited our university just in time to find his patient,” the man enlightened. – The respected diplomat was so pleased with my offer to train the younger generation of magicians that he immediately agreed to accept the position of a teacher.
“But what about your diplomatic mission in the Kingdom of Giza?” I asked in a whisper.
“Student De la Varga,” Julius continued to play offended, “leave the familiar tone and the appeal “you” for your circle of few friends and do not ask the teacher such questions in the future. Do you understand everything?
I silently nodded, looked at the angry elf again with remorse, and assessed the sad prospects.
Julius is a wonderful guy and a great friend, but incredibly vulnerable and touchy. Sometimes he behaves worse than a hysterical woman. And yet, in spite of everything, I was sincerely glad that he came and now another person appeared at the university, to whom I was at least not indifferent.
How wrong was I...
I was lucky enough to appreciate all the cunning of my friend already at the very first pair of potions. Officially, this subject sounded like "Herbs and Their Uses" and was given to two faculties: magicians-theorists and herbalists. Naturally, the theorists attended only the lectures, leaving the practical exercises with cauldrons and other garbage to be dealt with by herbalists like Natochka.
“Curator,” Rozzie fidgeted impatiently in her chair, who was assigned to the same group as me and Amy, “are you sure that our new teacher is an elf?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” I nodded my head, inwardly preparing to be the most attentive student of teacher Ratan.
Apparently, Rozzie also pursued similar goals, so she took the first desk with me. Natka, grumbling something from the category of “some kind of elves will not surprise us,” grabbed Amy by the hand and dragged her to the back desk.
Judging by the gleam in her green eyes and the conspiratorial whisper, the witch was devising another brilliant plan for revenge on her former basketball team captain.
"Poor Rodrik," compassion shook its head.
Wow, it would be better to take pity on us, loved ones, because Julius entered the office with a light, smooth gait, inherent only to elves.
“Hello, dear theoreticians and herbalists,” he began seriously, ignoring the enthusiastic looks. - I am your new teacher - Julius Ratan. - The elf smiled charmingly, at once conquering the hearts of all the fair half of those sitting in the audience. - And our first lecture will be devoted to toxic poisons ... - The guy let an admiring sigh pass by his pointed ears, his gaze swept around those present and stopped at me:
“Student De la Varga, we need you for the demonstration.
Rozzie, who was sitting next to me, looked enviously in my direction and hurriedly began to open the notebook, and I reluctantly got up and went to the blackboard, foreseeing something was wrong.
And this most "wrong" spoke in a pleasant voice of an elf:
“I believe that in potions, the fundamental appearance Julius began. - An experienced herbalist can easily distinguish one substance from another, relying on color, smell, intuition ... But, unfortunately, theorists have a fair gap in this field of knowledge, which, I hope, will be able to fill in my lectures. So, let's get down to the demonstration, - the teacher announced, exposing cones of various sizes in front of me.
Actually, this very demonstration outraged Rozzie and the impressionable Emilia.
How did he even get hired? the blonde raged as Rozzie scribbled a complaint.
“Can you imagine,” Amy was indignantly looking around the others with burning eyes, “this eared one made Lina identify poisons by eye, and when she did not recognize the last potion, he ordered to drink a whole vial!”
- Chaos, - supported the witch. “Even Horst wouldn't bully her like that!” she blurted out, and immediately stopped.
The look of the Little Rat temporarily stopped burning two deep holes in me and, apparently, switched to a more interesting victim in the face of a witch.
I had to raise my head and hastily reassure everyone.
“Guys, I’m fine,” I told the frightened public.
- Fine? Rozzie protested, looking up from making a complaint against the elf. - Curator, you should see yourself from the outside! It was a horrific sight.
Emilia and Natka nodded in agreement, and I looked around the girls with a tired look, then looked at the rest of the Dark Ones sitting at the table and was surprised to find that the guys were also worried. Well, with the exception of the Little Rat...
There was an amazing stability in his emotional state: he was irritated and dissatisfied.
“Amy, let’s not put a call mark on Rodrik today, but on one overly cute elf,” Nata suggested with the air of an inveterate dirty trick.
- I'm with you! Kebil immediately volunteered.
- Me too! – supported the idea of Sharga.
So, yes, avengers! I slammed my fist lightly on the table. - We don't touch Yulika. He's a cool guy and he did it solely for my own sake.
A bad silence hung around the table, and as many as twelve pairs of surprised eyes looked at me.
“Explain,” Horst asked coldly, speaking for the first time in my memory during the entire lunch break.
I sighed heavily, bit my lower lip in thought, and began to explain:
- Mercenaries try to kill people as quickly and painlessly as possible, so almost all weapons in the clan are covered with various poisons and toxins. Because of this, our bodies are accustomed from childhood to all kinds of poisons and drugs, so that we do not accidentally move to the other world during training. – I tiredly rubbed my head buzzing from lack of sleep. - Julius knew about this, and also that I was well versed in all the assortment he offered. Even if I had been wrong, such a weak concentration would not have had any effect.
"Then why are you so pissed off?" Natka asked suspiciously.
Involuntarily shuddering, I hardly suppressed the gag reflex and took a deep breath, trying to regain my breath.
Then, on a steam, twisting in my hands a cone full of an incomprehensible turbid liquid with droplets of fat, I could not understand what it was. Intuition was silent and showed no signs of life, so, looking into the elf's blue eyes, I held my breath and drank in one gulp.
And then…
The sharpening is right: it really “sausaged” me notably. Well, at least Julius prudently handed the basin in his hands.
With shame, remembering the public farewell of the stomach with food, I confessed:
Because it wasn't poison...
- Meat broth! I growled angrily.
The Dark Ones were silent, staring incredulously at their curator, and only Natka patted my hand knowingly.
- You don't eat meat? – expressed the general surprise of Kimmy's words.
“Wait! Logic intervened. “So the fact that we killed other people is of less concern to the Dark Ones than our gastronomic preferences?”
“It turns out so,” the brain answered uncertainly.
“Crazy people,” common sense shook his head and left to soothe his stomach, seething with indignation.
I glanced at the Dark Ones, shook my head too, denying that I was a meat-eater, and tried to contain my laughter.
“You know, when you lie on the altar, waiting to be slaughtered, you involuntarily begin to sympathize with cows and goats,” I opened up.
“But still, teacher Ratan acted incorrectly,” Rozzie continued to blaze with righteous anger. - As far as you are concerned...
But this protracted conversation was already quite fed up with me, so I cut off the girl.
"It was such an unconventional way of saying, 'Even though you're an ungrateful asshole, I still love you,'" I chuckled, looking at Horst's drumming fingers on the table.
The fingers, noticing my close attention, froze and hid under the table. I looked at the stony face with surprise, met a heavy gaze and calmed down.
"Some weird way of saying 'I love you,'" Shargy remarked, involuntarily putting his arm around Amy's shoulders.
“Maybe,” I didn’t argue with the guy. “But for me, every “I love you” has some little explanation. I love you… torment you in training. I love you ... use for your own purposes. I love you... to teach. I you...
“Yes, we understand,” Nata waved her hands in protest. - Do not spoil our romance and faith in beauty.
What am I? If you don't want to listen to smart things, don't!
Somehow, the dinner ended imperceptibly, and everyone got up from their seats.
Next on the schedule was the Dark Foundations practice with Professor Deiman. Classes were held together with the militants at a specially equipped training ground, which still had to be reached in the remaining ten minutes.
Saying goodbye to the girls who had a pleasant lecture on aesthetic development, I grabbed my bag and moved to the exit, completely forgetting that the day had not yet ended, which means that my troubles had not ended with it either.
A wide, hot male palm caught me in a small square on the way to the training ground.
“We need to talk,” the Rat whispered categorically and pulled me under the cover of the nearest bushes.
“But in my opinion, it already happened,” the liver whispered to everyone, feeling a catch.
“Only this time the maniac is prettier,” exclaimed the legible libido.
- I got what ...
The little rat pressed me with his back to him, covering his mouth with his palm, turned around, noticed students hurrying to class in the distance and, easily picking it up, carried it into the bushes.
Ignoring my pathetic attempts to get out of the grip, Horst confidently walked into the thick of actively falling bushes, placed me near the nearest tree, turned me around and pressed my back against the trunk.
Since in the process of these simple manipulations the Dark One freed his mouth, the first thing I hastened to do was to start to resent.
– Are you crazy? – hissed, throwing her head back to see the gray eyes. - Did you remember more civilized ways of communication?
Horst's hand landed heavily on my shoulder, triggering the mercenary's reflexes. Oh, with what pleasure I would now thrust a knife into him, but the Dark One was not only big and strong, but also unrealistically fast.
My right hand with the blade clamped was easily intercepted and the weapon was taken away.
“I thought we had already passed this stage of the relationship,” the guy grinned, approaching and hanging from above.
“So,” I growled, returning my hard look, “quickly say what you wanted, otherwise your neck is already numb.”
The dark one frowned, apparently not understanding what I was talking about, gave him a thoughtful look, and suddenly sank to the ground.
- That's better? - the guy cunningly clarified and, waiting for my bewildered nod, asked hoarsely:
- Call her.
I blinked in surprise.
- Call ... - not a quiet groan, not a whisper.
Gray eyes for the first time did not burn a hole in me - they were waiting for something. The always displeased gloomy face took on an expression of hidden hope.
- Call ... - he asked with his lips and froze.
A little embarrassed, I took in more air into my lungs and squeaked:
- Hey, luminosity, come out!
We both froze, waiting for the fireflies to appear, but nothing happened.
“Horst, this is…” I thought, apologizing and spreading my arms to the sides. - It's light.
The guy closed his eyes, shook his head, mentally saying something like “and who only has to ask for a favor”, after which he looked angrily and growled:
Call me, I said!
Huffing offendedly, I cross my arms over my chest and caustically begin to do what they asked:
- Guard! She started calling out loudly. - Robbery! Fire!!
Horst instantly shifted from the "sitting" position to the "looming menacingly from above" position and growled:
- Stop bullying!
I grunted loudly and extremely indignantly, hinting with all my appearance that I had not even started this exciting event. She got it, apparently, having guessed that the Light Ones did not give up so easily, she knitted her eyebrows and flashed menacingly with her eyes.
“He will kill,” pessimism pleased everyone.
And it is still unknown how the matter would have ended, when suddenly a dim little clot of fire arose right between our disgruntled faces.
The Dark One and I stared in shock at the sudden appearance of luminosity, which made it difficult to swear, after which the guy exhaled sharply and recoiled.
- No! - he said a little too protestingly.
- What is not? I glance towards the landfill towering nearby.
Skol! Because of all these obscure “we need to talk”, it seems that one student was late for her class with Professor Deiman. And he doesn't have a good sense of humor! As if my delay would not end with another demonstration, where instead of poisons, combat spells would be tested on me.
“I got it,” I called the guy who had left reality. - You do as you wish, but it's time for me to stomp!
But the law of harsh reality says: "If you are a baby, and he is a big mullet, then your opinion is not particularly considered." The dark one quickly closed the distance between us and carefully grabbed his chin.
“No one must know that you can summon my luminosity. Especially Rozzie. His finger caressed my lips, parted in surprise. - The arrangement remains the same: I will come in the evening. - His finger carefully traced the contour of the upper lip, after which the guy removed his hand and smiled slyly. - How do you like my girlfriend? – Rat asked a provocative question, not taking his eyes off my face.
The question made me laugh.
Are you asking me for blessings? I laughed out loud, frankly amused by his reaction. - A very beautiful, kind and well-mannered girl, - she answered sincerely and immediately faked: - Just what you are sorely lacking!
Horst leaned lower, blocking my entire view with his face.
Why aren't you jealous? - Hot breath burned the skin and lips, leaving behind an almost physical sensation, as if from a touch.
I shook my head, throwing off an incomprehensible obsession, and angrily asked:
Why don't you wear my pajamas? - The guy pursed his lips in displeasure, and I immediately added caustically: - Sorry, I thought it was a competition for the dumbest question.
Dostaval continued to look into my eyes with interest, as if trying to find answers to the questions of the creation of the universe there.
And I was like an electric shock from an unexpected thought.
When he asked about Rozzy, there was something so familiar in his face ... With a similar expression, Natka sometimes boasted to me of her new developments in love magic. Exactly! The little rat was boasting about his girlfriend like...
“Wait,” I began, putting my thoughts in order, “you didn’t bring Rozzie here just to annoy me, did you?”
The Dark One was silent, in no way refuting my vague guess, because he knew: I would immediately see if he was lying. A The best way save information - keep silent!
Horst, are you stupid? Did you lose your last brains in training? I couldn't help it, clenching my fists. - You risk your girlfriend, bring her to another continent, where she acts as a beautiful exotic, desirable for every guy of puberty, and all for what? To boost your ego?
My diatribe had the exact opposite effect on Horst. Instead of being ashamed, repenting, or at least blushing, the guy flashed his eyes with displeasure, after which his wide palms, burning even through the fabric, were on my waist, and his hot cheek was pressed against my temple.
“Don't jump to conclusions,” a light whisper burned his ear and neck, causing a storm of conflicting feelings.
For some reason, there was a buzz in my head, and, as if through cotton wool, I heard the cries of excited inner voices, where an enthusiastic libido screamed loudest of all.
I somehow went limp and even obediently allowed someone else's lips to touch my neck, and huge hot palms to slide from the waist a little lower and stop at the place where adventures are usually sought.
Holy Goddess, what is the matter with me now?
Fortunately, Horst was still a complete Rat and did not know how to play roles unusual for him for a long time.
Huge male paws painfully squeezed my half-ass, and soft lips, before caressing my neck, gave way to teeth that treacherously bit my earlobe.
I screamed from unexpected pain and looked with hatred into gray insensible eyes.
“Don’t tell anyone about the luminosity,” Horst said in the end, abruptly pulled away and left.
After standing at a loss for a couple of minutes, I spat on the classes, on the Little Rat with his manners of an ill-mannered brute, and confidently moved towards the library.
Since this incomprehensible luminosity is so important to the Dark One, it is worth immediately getting information about it and understanding how one modest Light One is involved here.
But it turned out that I'm not the only one so smart at the university who skips practice with Professor Deiman.
- Linka! - the stately militant called me joyfully, reminding me that the day of troubles is not over yet.
Shaking my head dejectedly, I waited for two promising battle magic hopes to approach me: Connie and Rollie.
Last month, our trio prepared a ritual to summon Cerberus. The guys wanted to check what they were capable of as magicians, and I helped out of curiosity and a good monetary reward, which I received for the last check of the final calculations.
"Don't tell me you've lost your summoning formula," I pleaded. - I will not restore from memory.
The guys looked at each other and shook their heads, cut in the latest fashion.
"Lyn, we're all set," Connie winked conspiratorially. - WOOD is leaving today for some kind of meeting, so no one will be able to detect an unstable background.
- In the evening there will be frosts, the earth will seize, and this also plays into our hands.
I nod, because on firm ground, the probability of drawing the "Circle of the Catcher" correctly on the first attempt increased markedly. And about the absence of the director - they also noticed it well. That's just…
- And what do you want from me? Suspicion crept into my soul.
Connie smiled seductively and held out a plump volume:
We need cover...
I rolled my eyes, accepted the heavy book, and tried not to jump for joy. The guys gave me a limited edition collector's edition of "Battle Magic" and available ... Skol! Yes, this is a rarity.
At one time, I simply dreamed about this book, slept and saw how I would open the page with trepidation, read the title with excitement and go over the table of contents.
“Okay,” I agreed with a sigh, carefully hiding my happiness. - Something will think…
Light Goddess, why didn't you help the poor unfortunate Linka? Where did your eyes look when I uttered that fatal phrase?
But then I didn’t have time to think about the consequences, so the two happy militants happily began to hug me. Wishing the guys good luck, I wandered into the library, where I sat, surrounded by books, almost until the evening.
Instead of dinner, Natochka and I went to a joint gnaw on the granite of science to Amy and Sharga.
Rozzie and Horst, embracing, looked at us suspiciously in the living room. Or rather, the Little Rat squinted, and the Dark One affably waved her hand and even moved on the sofa ... moving on her knees to her boyfriend.
For some reason, embarrassed and feeling the most severe discomfort, I knocked everyone out not to interfere with the couple in love and change their place of deployment.
Sharga's room was crossed off the list almost immediately.
I spoke out against it, as soon as I saw the piles of garbage on the floor and a lone yellow sock on the chandelier, and Natochka negatively reacted to the hospitality of the guy, as soon as he specified that three more Dark Ones lived with him, who could turn up at any moment. Emilia remained silent delicately, rubbing her droopy eyes.
Shargi already refused to go into our room, referring to a bad omen. You see, the number "666" on the door confused him a little.
Oh well! For me, the Dark One was so afraid that he would be forced to carry a decent stack of textbooks, which I secretly took out of the library today. Therefore, having asked permission from Rozzie, our friendly company settled down with Amy. That's where the perfect pink purity and taste reigned.
- Who will do what? - Natka asked, throwing pillows on the floor.
“I have a paper on magical components,” Shargi admitted, settling closer to the charming blonde.
Emilia, pretending to be uncomfortable, also moved closer and, blushing in embarrassment, announced:
- "Magical Animals" and independent on the history of the Light Lands ...
“Yes,” the witch shook her head sympathetically. - You, if something is not clear, please contact, - she offered help, then thought for a second and added: - To Linka.
I snorted indignantly as I lay down.
- Hey beautiful! Aren't you going to do our homework? - the witch was surprised, watching how I comfortably settle down on the floor, hugging the collection textbook donated by the militants.
“But I need to think,” I said, yawning widely, and ... fell asleep.
The room fell into a deep silence, broken only by the rustling of the pages and the active work of the convolutions of friends, expressed in tragic sighs and whispers: “What the hell?”
- Lina! - the witch threw a pillow at me. - Stop snoring!
“I’m awake.” I open my eyes for a second, catch an extra pillow, put it under my head, and curl up. - I'm doing a science experiment.
The friend grunted skeptically and continued to read through the massive tome. Emilia was actively copying something from another, and Shargi, having overlaid himself on all sides with scrolls, was in a state of despair.
- All! I can not anymore! - Natochka was the first to reach the boiling point. - This is not in any textbook! the little witch muttered indignantly, and now more plaintively: “Linka, help…”
- I can not. I have an experiment - I roll over to the other side and continue to sleep shamelessly. And I don’t even react when a second pillow flies at me.
That's good! I hug another flying projectile, which, in theory, was supposed to awaken my conscience, and continue to ignore everyone and everything.
- A-a-a-a! Troll limbs! the witch kicked, throwing her textbook aside. “I can’t do anything, how about you?”
Emilia yawned, covering her mouth with her hand, and shook her head. Shargi supported the ignorant sour face.
- We need to relax! – resolutely declared a red-haired girlfriend.
– And what shall we do? Amy asked, straightening her pink dress.
Natka looked around the room, noticed a bottle of unfinished tea on the bedside table and rushed to the find.
Maybe in a bottle? the witch asked, twirling the object in her hands with a sly look.
I hurriedly emerged from the embrace of sleep and looked at a rather smiling friend, glancing in the direction of a sweet couple of Dark Ones. Pf ... I also found a matchmaker!
- Against! – with regret, I throw off the remnants of drowsiness and sit down.
“Have you woken up, sleeping princess?” - sarcastically clarified a friend, correcting red curls. - Let me ask you, why are you against it? Don't want to kiss?
I stretched, stretching my body, and waved my hand.
- It's easier for everyone to kiss Shargi five times - that's the whole game, - I smile joyfully, realizing that I just found a distraction for Connie and Rolly. Let's change the conditions. What if, instead of a kiss, the one pointed at by the bottle should surprise the one who twisted.
“Good idea,” Natochka nodded.
“Maybe even kissing?” asked Shargi.
“Don’t worry,” I pat him on the shoulder, anticipating a boring evening. - If you get Amy, then you kiss.
Natochka laughed loudly and began to push her textbooks into a corner, making room on the floor. Emilia blushed deeply and lowered her eyes. Shargi, oddly enough, repeated the blonde's maneuver.
"Since when has shyness become contagious?" Observation was surprised.
"Hush you! interrupted her excitement. - We are first!"
A boring evening is still very mildly said! Holy Goddess, what have we done! Okay, I - I have an obligation to the militants calling Cerberus. Okay, Natka - she's a little bit of that in life. But I have no idea how Amy and Shargi agreed to participate in this disgrace!
But at first everyone tried to behave like decent young and moderately knocked on the head people, but then the bottle fell into the hands of Natka, and away we go ...
Just do not believe Professor McCorney that a ghost with very intriguing sexual inclinations has appeared in the castle! It can't be that Shargi put a sheet on himself, corrected everything with a hassle and began to pester a young woman with an offer to lick her legs and face.
And the animals in the park area got out of the cages themselves! Honestly! And who said that I, riding a zebra, threw water balloons at fleeing lions? Yes, I didn’t even stand next to one of the enclosures!
Yes, how can you only think that a girl who ran naked through the floors of the men's hostel, banging pot lids, could be our modest Natochka?
Who set the lab on fire? And how much do we know! We were not there. We were around the corner...
Who planted the excrement on Professor Daman? Maybe these are angry and offended cows taking revenge for the number of brethren eaten ...
Who put a bucket of tar and a sack of feathers over the door? Ask which is easier! We are not psychics!
And why does Professor Karoda walk around like a feathered monument to himself? So maybe this is the fashion of professors. What are we doing here?
Who mixed a persistent red pigment into hair dye, as a result of which a good half of the students walk around with a fire on their heads? Let's bring it all down to fashion! She is a fickle thing - today feathers, tomorrow red highlights on her hair ...
Who raided the food stocks? Okay, we are ready to agree with this. But the reason for this was young growing organisms that missed dinner! And to starve unfortunate children is very inhumane.
Who tried to summon Cerberus, but instead messed up with the vectors, and as a result, half the trees in the park were blown away by an uncontrollable magical wave? We know this, but we will not hand over two unlucky militants who could not even read the spell correctly from a piece of paper!
- Disgrace! - shamed our four, hastily called from the WOOD seminar. - And these are mine. the best students?!
As a result of almost an hour of interrogation in the director's office, we managed to be a little ashamed and shed tears.
By the way, in addition to VUD, two professors who suffered from our activity were present during the conversation. Moreover, if Professor Karoda shouted something indignantly, nervously plucking his feathers, resembling a masochistic chicken, Professor Deiman almost did not participate in the educational interrogation.
He was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace with the most serious look and thoughtfully leafing through a book with a cheerful title “1001 Ways of Painful and Excruciating Death. Tutorial for teachers." Judging by the thickness of the manual and the appraising glances cast in our direction, the Dark One's thoughts were not the most peaceful.
Luckily, we stuck to each other and didn't admit to anything. Well, except for the raid on the kitchen - and that, only because the loaf of cheese, which I methodically absorbed, could not be attributed to manna from heaven.
- Lina, Natalya! Director Rohan raised his hands pathetically to the ceiling. - Where is your conscience?
“Mmm…” – the mentioned one shifted from side to side.
"Quiet, quiet! - Common sense kicked in. “Sleep, my dear, go on…”
The middle-aged and completely bald leader of the magic training campus left the table and stood menacingly in front of our actively remorseful four.
“Angelina, you, as a curator, were supposed to make sure that the Dark Ones didn’t do trouble, and you yourself are inciting them into these troubles!” the director raged.
I lowered my head in repentance and made a guilty look.
“We won't…” Amy whispered, looking at the headmaster with the big blue eyes of an honest child.
Natka and I nodded vigorously, while Shargi glanced mournfully at Professor Deiman.
In short, our four got off with a “small” lecture on behavior within the walls of the university, a couple of threats of expulsion, as well as the promise of a “fun” life, in which Professor Deiman personally assured us.
After the verbal execution came to an end, our four together promised not to be weird anymore and moved towards the hostel. After escorting Shargi and Amy to the section and taking their things from them, Natka and I went in the direction of the women's hostel.
- Lina! Someone's hand grabbed me.
- ABOUT! I smile at Connie hiding around the corner. And how did you manage to...
“Sssssssss,” the guy cut me off. - Hide it for now.
At these words, a tiny dog was shoved into my hands, shivering either from the cold or from the prospect of having a mistress like me.
- Wait a minute! - But the attempt to rebel and return back a puppy of an unknown breed failed. Connie faded away so fast that I didn't even see the sparkling heels!
Natka came up behind, looked over her shoulder and appreciated the gift.
- What an abomination! - the witch expressed her "delight".
- What a mess!
The dog barked, agreeing with what was happening, and tried to wriggle out of my arms.
