The beast won't get it.
Try to fight back -
The potion will forcefully pour into your mouth.
And then the pants will get ...
And it will start ... to remove the belt! ..
In Mark's voice echoes of a long-standing resentment rang out, and he stopped short. A black eyebrow went up.
- I'm just attention. I really want to hear the ending...
“The rest is not for the faint of heart,” Mark said with dignity and put the instrument aside.
– Bravo-bravo! What a deep message, what an elegant style! Victor began to troll him. - Admit it, Mark, did you discover the talent of a versifier in yourself, inspired by the example of the Withering Sprout? I chuckled, unable to contain myself. Poor Sam ... It seems that after the ball this nickname stuck to him forever. – Do you even know that even the rhyme is not particularly traced here? ..
- It was an impromptu! Mark said indignantly. I tried so hard, but you didn't appreciate it. I'm going to cry on the ceiling. I'll just take Mrs. Eppy's delicious pudding with me.
- Go, go ... You spoil all the romance for us.
Miri, you are a good girl. Tame this animal somehow. I got it already ... The whole academy is in fear ...
- Ma-a-ark!
- I understand. Ceiling. I'm going. - Mark winked at me and, grabbing a plate with dessert, moved along the wall to another plane. He began to play something on the piano.
I began to leaf through the books that Victor had transferred for me from the library through the portal. And when the homework was done, we went to the training room to practice the fusion of the polar elements. It didn't matter. About ten times. Okay, fifteen. But still it worked! And this joint achievement brought us even closer together.
“Miranda…” Victor said softly when we were done.
- Yes?
“Let me pay off your debt to Maximilian.” I don't like the fact that he's paying more attention to you...
From surprise, she was speechless for a couple of seconds, and then insultedly blurted out:
- What else was missing! I'll give it back to him! When I finish...
"Miri, it doesn't cost me anything... I just want to make sure you're safe." If Maximilian lured you to his academy, even more so - he stuck a pendant that only members of the royal family wear, then he needs something from you. And until I understand what it is, I will not relax.
I was taken aback by this statement. For some reason, Victor hated the head of the royal house, Ley Shtellem, and he didn’t particularly like him, and I had no idea why.
"Come on, he's just worried about his reputation," I said soothingly. Him and myself. “I came here at his personal invitation. And if that dragon had torn me to pieces, it would have turned out to be an ugly situation ...
Victor shook his head.
- Miranda, understand: Maximilian is a cunning Fox. Playing games with him is life-threatening. He is a vicious, cynical manipulator who spares no one. Even members of your family. Don't trust him, okay?
I shot him a reproachful look, but I couldn't help but chuckle.
– Victor Shtelm, you have a disgusting sense of humor! Admit it, you just like to scare innocent people!
“I don’t argue,” he calmly retorted, and I laughed. And our communication again became easy, relaxed. Suddenly caught on his fiery in the literal sense of the look. I appreciated the frozen facial expressions and was confused. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
- What?
“You shine so brightly that it blows my mind…” he said hoarsely, slowly, as if spellbound. He blinked, smiled, returning to reality and extinguished the flame. - Come here, my golden fox cub. I've been waiting for this all day.
Victor tried to hug me tightly, kiss me, but I, obeying the impulse, twisted away. She screamed merrily:
- What? What did you call me?
Viktor pulled back a little. Gently ran his knuckles down my cheek. - Foxy, what?
- Not! - I was indignant, burning with curiosity and quivering delight. - You didn't say that!
Victor gave me an ironic look and grinned. Apparently, he guessed what I was leading to.
“Okay, I called you Golden Fox. Satisfied?
I smiled happily, fidgeted impatiently on the bed, and, biting my lip, cautiously asked:
Who is the Symphony about?
Victor gave me a mysterious look and silently returned to his favorite chair.
Started with a deliberately concentrated expression lip fiddling with the guitar.
- Hey, wait! Don't you dare leave! I yelled indignantly and ran after him. – Viktor Shtelm, did you write a song about me and didn’t say anything?!
- I was hoping you'd figure it out...
- But how?! I was sure that she was talking about Celeste or about some beauty model! Victor chuckled softly and began plucking the strings again. And in my head, in a couple of moments, a real intellectual revolution took place. - Wait a minute! Who is "I'm in love with your magic, baby" about?
Instead of answering, Victor chuckled again.
“But then we didn’t even really get to know each other!” - I began to lament for the amusement of the immensely pleased with myself and the ongoing cunning lizard.
“A tournament of wizards, Miri. Remember. I told you that your bright performance is impossible to forget.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door - and on the threshold, covering his eyes with his hand, Mark appeared.
Her blond hair was tousled, and some artifacts protruded from the pocket of her gray jacket. I don't look... I don't look...
He took a couple of steps, but stumbled over the skates that had fallen out of the closet - and jumped on the spot, groaned, twitched his arms so as not to fall.
- Sissy ... - Victor commented on this spectacular appearance. – Again broke us the whole buzz. Will you eat?
- But how! - Mark broke into a satisfied smile, and my gaze involuntarily slid over the ukulele. Victor's words came to mind.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. But Mark immediately realized what was happening.
- Okay, laugh. I allow.
- And how are you doing? I asked cheerfully.
Mark stretched and proudly declared:
- I learned a couple of chords.
“Just something,” Victor put in sarcastically. - I'm talking sissy. It's too early for you to dream about a guitar.
Mark narrowed his eyes unkindly, drew himself up and said with pressure:
I don't know many chords yet. But I can play the song.
– With two chords? Viktor chuckled. - I don't know them.
- I wrote it. About one monster. fiery. Not only you are a poet in our group.
Victor turned around. Black eyebrows rose ironically.
– Really? Oh, very interesting to hear...
- And you sit down. Do not be shy. Mark pointed to a chair with his hand. I took the ukulele myself. He hit the strings with a flourish and announced with universal anguish in his voice: - Song-drama. Dedicated to all the victims of dragon charity.
I chuckled into my fist, Mark finally played:
Scatter! Spread out!
A bad dragon is flying towards us.
Creeps up, catches you
He hears a cough a little.
Guard! He has a potion!
This dirty trick is still the same ...
Shame on you, fun on him.
Evil lizard, that's right!
Mark stopped abruptly, clearly not understanding what to do next. Victor grinned.
- Well, what did you stop? Continue.
- And I will continue! Do not distract!
The music began to play again, and with it, the pained voice of Mark filled the space of the room.
"I do not want! Leave the unfortunate one!"
The beast won't get it.
Try to fight back -
The potion will forcefully pour into your mouth.
And then the pants will get ...
And it will start ... to remove the belt! ..
In Mark's voice echoes of a long-standing resentment rang out, and he stopped short. A black eyebrow went up.
- I'm just attention. I really want to hear the ending...
“The rest is not for the faint of heart,” Mark said with dignity and put the instrument aside.
– Bravo-bravo! What a deep message, what an elegant style! Victor began to troll him. - Admit it, Mark, did you discover the talent of a versifier in yourself, inspired by the example of the Withering Sprout? I chuckled, unable to contain myself. Poor Sam ... It seems that after the ball this nickname stuck to him forever. – Do you even know that even the rhyme is not particularly traced here? ..
- It was an impromptu! Mark said indignantly. I tried so hard, but you didn't appreciate it. I'm going to cry on the ceiling. I'll just take Mrs. Eppy's delicious pudding with me.
- Go, go ... You spoil all the romance for us.
Miri, you are a good girl. Tame this animal somehow. I got it already ... The whole academy is in fear ...
- Ma-a-ark!
- I understand. Ceiling. I'm going. - Mark winked at me and, grabbing a plate with dessert, moved along the wall to another plane. He began to play something on the piano.
I began to leaf through the books that Victor had transferred for me from the library through the portal. And when the homework was done, we went to the training room to practice the fusion of the polar elements. It didn't matter. About ten times. Okay, fifteen. But still it worked! And this joint achievement brought us even closer together.
“Miranda…” Victor said softly when we were done.
- Yes?
“Let me pay off your debt to Maximilian.” I don't like the fact that he's paying more attention to you...
From surprise, she was speechless for a couple of seconds, and then insultedly blurted out:
- What else was missing! I'll give it back to him! When I finish...
"Miri, it doesn't cost me anything... I just want to make sure you're safe." If Maximilian lured you to his academy, even more so - he stuck a pendant that only members of the royal family wear, then he needs something from you. And until I understand what it is, I will not relax.
I was taken aback by this statement. For some reason, Victor hated the head of the royal house, Ley Shtellem, and he didn’t particularly like him, and I had no idea why.
"Come on, he's just worried about his reputation," I said soothingly. Him and myself. “I came here at his personal invitation. And if that dragon had torn me to pieces, it would have turned out to be an ugly situation ...
Victor shook his head.
- Miranda, understand: Maximilian is a cunning Fox. Playing games with him is life-threatening. He is a vicious, cynical manipulator who spares no one. Even members of your family. Don't trust him, okay?