Somehow I did not even think that I would have a roommate. But that didnt even upset me. Only alarmed.
I looked at the door. The only white plaque bore the words Ismeralda Duerre. I entered the room.
Hello. My name is Roselyn. Rose, too. And you?
In response, the girl began to hum quietly to herself:
Isme-isme! Isme-isme-e!..
I went to the other bed and put my bag next to me. The girl did not turn to me, but said in a melodious voice:
What brings you to me?
To you? I was outraged by such impudence. And a little roughly answered: I will live here!
I have?
Why do you have? This room is now half mine!
Ah, but I thought the girls voice fell silent in mid-sentence. In the unspoken phrase, I caught notes of sadness or even sorrow in him. The girl sighed and continued to hum something to herself. I noticed that my bed was not made evenly, in the middle there is a funnel in a crumpled blanket. I glanced unkindly at Ismeralda, but didnt say anything.
I needed to change. I opened my bag and then I remembered that my suitcase with a school uniform was left at the bottom. I followed him, but before I could leave the room, I froze at the door. My eyebrows rose in surprise, and then I burst out laughing. Here is magic!
Another sign appeared under the name «Ismeralda Duerre». And it read «Roselyn Burling.» I began to go down cheerfully. And behind me there was a rustle of paper and a dull thud. Ismeralda tossed the book, and it fell on the carpet next to the fireplace.
Chapter 6. Acquaintance with Jamely and Matilda
In the common room of the female dormitory (living room), the number of people was significantly reduced. The fat, nasty little girl with short hair and her friend were still spinning around the fireplace. Two other girls at the table were copying something in their notebooks. One passed me and began to climb the stairs.
My suitcase stood in the same place where it had been waiting for me before. I was wondering how heavy it would be and whether I could drag it upstairs, when the laugh of an unpleasant girl who reminds me more of a toad than a lady-to-be caught my attention. Acrid disgusting sound. Her gray, short, messy hair made her look sloppy. And the only braid did not reach the shoulder blades and was a thin thin tail covered with black elastic. From this it was a little sorry for the" fat woman». But only until she turned to me. Large features of a round face. Big potato nose, plump lips twisted in a disdainful grin. The grin of a predatory beast. She is fat, heavy and, probably, therefore, stronger than other girls.
I felt with a sixth sense that perhaps the source of ridicule was me. And, of course, the loud, ostentatious laugh was addressed to me. Who else?
The toad turned around at my appearance and, squeezing out a sour face, in a nasal voice stretched out the following words:
You were going to sleep in pink pajamas?! Ha-a-ha-a!
I felt a sticky chill on my back, leaned over to the suitcase. The lid was ajar. I looked inside. My new school uniform has been crumpled and pushed to the edge. There were no pink pajamas. Someone rummaged through my things. And who I already knew. With rage raging inside, I jumped to the Toad and pushed her away from the fireplace. On the logs, blackened with flames, lay my pajamas.
The toad sighed, but stayed on his feet. Although she had nowhere to fall, except in a chair. Her friend poked my shoulder and blurted out:
Why are you fighting? Are you crazy?
This girls hair was raven black, cropped short. She looked like a boy in features. Large, protruding eyebrows made the face stern.
I couldnt handle two, common sense told me, but the rage demanded immediate revenge.
How dare you?! I pointed to the fireplace.
And like this! I wanted to! What do you say? Now the Toad pushed me in the back as I turned to her friend. I fell to the floor. I hurt my elbow badly and, rubbing it, I felt tears flowing against my will.
There was a «queen» here! Comes to school whenever he wants. You will walk on my hind legs! Skinny heron!
From such a stream of insults, I went mad, kicked Toad in the ankle. The toad, to my triumph, could not resist and fell, clutching on the chair.
Oh you!
Khe-e! Toads friend hurried to help her up.
And I jumped up and grabbed Toads hair. This was a mistake. My fingers immediately slipped out of my opponents short tail. She, in turn, grabbed my hair and pulled me hard to the side. My head was spinning. I lost my balance, and immediately felt a blow to the back of my head. I was lying on the floor. Added to the pain in my head was the aching itch on the tips of the fingers of my left hand, these are my nails. I think I scratched my opponent.
How dare you, you reptile? The toad rushed to me. She kicked my suitcase, its good that it wasnt me, and hastened to leave the common room. Her friend jumped out after.
I sat up slowly and looked around. Here is my suitcase, here is the fireplace in which my pajamas burned out. And no one is around. Only at the far table are two frightened girls looking at me. Then I realized that this skirmish had made enough noise.
My head was buzzing, the back of my head ached. I leaned against the suitcase to stand, then pulled it. It turned out to be heavy. I was able to drag him up. But in my current state, when a bruise on my elbow hurt, and my head was spinning, and I myself was inflated, it seemed to me an impossible task. I nevertheless pulled my load towards the stairs, did not want to leave my things here, but after two meters I gave up.
Hey how are you? It was one of the girls silently approached. Where is your magic wand?
Indeed, where? In my bag upstairs in the bedroom. It was there that I put it at home.
I will help. The voice caught genuine sympathy and determined desire. The girl drove her magic wand over the suitcase.
My suitcase, swaying, flew off the floor and floated upstairs. With a resounding thud, he hit the steps, but moved forward. The girl supported me by the hand and led me upstairs.
On the second floor, I hissed:
How dare they?! Ill show them some more!
«This is Jamely Ports and Matilda Reinhart. You better stay away from them and thats it.
I «hold on»? What have they done to my clothes!
The girl said nothing. And the voice of reason inside me noticed: of course, she is right: do not run into trouble. What do you say when it comes to Madame Argento or Director Brutilde? And grandma? I dont want her to know which lady I am.
Chapter 7. What is the punishment?
I went up to my room. Ismeralda jumped on the bed. The pillow and the book were still on the floor. And the girl was waving a magic wand over her head. Seeing my tear-stained face, she was surprised and asked:
What happened?
I didnt answer. Ismeralda looked past me and asked in surprise:
Monica?
My assistant appeared after me. The suitcase flopped to the floor, and I, exhausted and depressed, on an empty bed. It was impossible not to notice that they were also jumping on my feather bed. Of course, Ismeralda. I didnt give a damn about it now.
My name is Monica. My bedroom is in the next tower. I am from the second Grant. My assistant spoke in a cheerful voice and was silent for a minute. Ismeralda looked at Monica in bewilderment and waved her hand with a magic wand: