style="font-size:15px;"> – Yes. I was a housemaid at the Lodesco’s house and studied on my own from the books in their library. Nicholas crafted the necessary mechanisms, and I brought them to life. Now I have come to your academy and I can study and become a war magician. I’ll try very hard, Mr. Christian, – Dinah blurted out.
– I believe you! Peter, send Dinara to the curator of Firemen. – Rita Lumiere. Let her allocate the girl. Preferably with someone of her age. And Lodesco… to which faculty did the king recommend him?
– Mentalistics. He wants Nicholas to become a diplomat at his Majesty’s court in the future.
– Ah. Yes, of course. Perfect! So, we will do that. Show Nicholas to curator Dominic Karre. I think he will give us something good. He’s talented. And the magic gift… – the dean waved his hand, – the world does not revolve around it. Am I right, boy?
I nodded in confusion.
– You will reach your full potential! I feel it! You are very… how to say? – Ah, ambitious and you will achieve a lot! See you in class! – the dean said goodbye and sat down on a high chair, burying himself in the tablets.
The door shut behind us.
– See you in class? – I asked Peter.
– Yes. The dean is a professor, he teaches subjects of astral movement and mental protection. He is one of the most powerful mentalist-magicians. But the king doesn’t resort to his help too often.
– Why? – I showed interest. And Dinah was listening very attentively.
– In one of the battles, enemies with equally strong abilities damaged his defense. He even lost his memory. The healers managed to recover almost everything. But they’ve warned: if another hack occurs, Christian’s memory will not return. That’s all.
– I see! Can I ask you one more question?
– Yes, ask.
We followed Peter over the hallway. Turning to the right and left, not remembering the way. We will have time for it.
– Since he is such a powerful mentalist-magician, he must have joked about my shield?
– Christian jokes about a lot of things, but hardly about that. I am not friends with the mentalists, I have other spheres of magic. However, I’ll be honest with you. It’s impossible to get his praise. And I don’t think that he was joking.
– But, Peter, I’m not a magician. I don’t know what I have done and how. I’ve just thought: «I don’t want him to read my thoughts». And that’s all. Really. Maybe he has praised me because of my father?
Peter stopped with a serious look
– He doesn’t care who your father is, even though is Pontiar himself. He respects the personality, not the title of the parents. If he has said that you will achieve a lot, don’t doubt that! You will achieve! – the magician slapped me good-naturedly on the shoulder.
– I have no doubts! Niko, you are more talented than any magician at this academy, – Dinah glanced quickly at Peter. – I’m sorry, no offense. Nicholas has more than just golden hands; he can fix anything.
– Well, not everything, you’re exaggerating, Dinah! – I interrupted in embarrassment.
– Everything! You are also very smart, – Dinah continued to praise me in front of Peter. – He knows the languages of the seven worlds and he is well versed in history! – she finished admiringly.
– Really? – Peter didn’t hide his surprise.
– I just have a good memory.
– I would like to have a part of your memory – chuckled Peter. – Will you share?
With a smile, he pushed the door with his foot, since in one hand he had a bag, and in the other – Dinah’s palm. And when did he manage to take her hand?
– We came. The building is divided into buildings by faculties. This is the wing of the Firemen.
– Elder! Where is the elder? – Peter put Dinah’s bag down and walked over to three boys a little older than me.
So, it’s cozy. A large room with high ceiling, all walls are lined with shelves of books. In the middle there is a wide sofa with dints from the very places on which they sit. And the same three armchairs. But it was obviously comfortable to sit in them, an example of which was the guy who ran onto one of the above-mentioned interior items. Dinah smiled. She seems to like this place. Dimmed shades of orange and yellow created a warm atmosphere. There were two doors to the right and left of us. Probably in the female and male halves, judging by the faces painted on these doors: one with long eyelashes and a fiery mane, the other – with a smile all over her face and thick black eyebrows. On the opposite wall from us there were a pair of windows with external wrought iron railings. Several pillows lay on wide wooden window-sills, on which there were magicians with a pile of books. They were deep into reading, not noticing anyone or anything. Even the guy who rushed under their noses. He yelled so loud that the deaf man would have turned around. But not these two girls. What a moderation!
– Aaah! H-help! W-water! – the magician really needed help.
His dark red shock was smoking. The smell of burnt hair hit the noses. Dinah widened her eyes, looked around and, without thinking twice, grabbed the nearest vase of flowers. And when the magician was running by in search of salvation, she splashed water on him.
Peter and the boys he spoke to froze, scanning the mute scene.
The red-haired guy with flowers on his head and shoulders, with wet hair, but now safe, gave Dinah a puppy look.
– Th-tha… – he began.
– Thanks? – helped Dinah.
The guy shook his head. There was a dark spot of burnt hair on the crown of his head.
– S-saver! – squeezed out the magician.
Dinah put down the empty vase, and I helped to clean up the fallen flowers from the guy. Inis jumped on my shoulder. The soaked magician froze, peering at my phoenix.
– Wow, he h-has eyes of different c-color – the guy perked up.
– Patrick! – Peter called. – And I’m looking for you. Are you learning new spells again? I see, as usual.
– It’s okay, they will fix everything in the h-hospital – the red-haired guy smiled at us and held out his hand. – I’m the elder of the Firemen this year. My n-name is Patrick.
– Just Patrick? – clarified Dinah.
– Aha! No one here call you for your family name, except the magisters. What’s your name?
– I’m Dinara, Dinah for friends,
– I’m Nicholas.
– Nice
