Well. Now lets go again. Just before you ask anything, raise your hand and wait until I turn to you.
The boys ears turned red. I didnt see his face, but, of course, it turned red too.
A thin, trembling hand went up.
Yes, young wizard? Stand up and introduce yourself, please.
James Clorence. His voice sounded much quieter than Frau Mendelssohn.
Repeat your question!
I wanted to ask you, Frau Mendelssohn, what kind of magic wand Is there an artifact?
Great question. You can sit down! Frau Mendelssohn was delighted and raised her hand in front of her.
I have rings!
I noticed the rims of the rings on Fraus thin graceful fingers. When the teacher turned her palm, the Sun jumped around the walls, ceiling and piano in bright bunnies. There were small stones on the rings, difficult to distinguish until this moment. I squinted at the black and red diamond, green like a cats eye, a ball and white, like pearls, a stone on gold rings. So it seemed to me, at least from my last place. And I was sitting on the fourth desk from Madame.
Great! I heard a sigh of admiration. James Clorence said that. And I caught myself thinking that I myself am saying something similar, only in a whisper. James sat closest to Frau, and fell more under the spell of magic stones. Frau said nothing to James. She did not remark that he should raise his hand and wait for her attention, but smiled.
Then Frau told us how to handle our chopsticks. I didnt know, but they needed more attention and even respect. They are like little pets, animals that should be tamed. You cant throw. Then I remembered Ismeralda and the way she handled her wand. Keep only in a pocket near the heart. Rarely, but possible, to put in a school bag. Wipe clean with a silk cloth. I kept waiting to see if Frau would say that the sticks should be given a name, like these pets, but she said nothing of the kind. The cat has a name. And here is a magical artifact!
And you need to use it differently than I did it at home. You need to take it in the palm of your hand, try to feel the vibration of the stick, hold it evenly with straight fingers and speak the spell not to yourself, but to the stick. Somehow I did not notice anything like this behind my grandmother. Perhaps the grandmothers ring was more powerful or sensitive, that it worked like that. Or maybe he himself studied his owner so well that he did not need an appeal? I must ask my grandmother sometime. Only when will I see her again?
Magic is a gift and a responsibility. Frau Mendelssohns words came through my thoughts. You are just starting to learn and have no idea what hard work awaits you. It takes years to become a powerful magician and perform excellent spells. And in this school you will only lay the beginning of your path. Despite the fact that your magic is quite weak and the enchantment cannot seriously harm, never use magic recklessly. It is forbidden to use magic on other students at school. I know what I am saying. Temptations to resolve disputes or even joke are always present. Not once were students expelled for this, even from the elders Grant. Therefore, please remember this once and for all.
My dreams were crying to punish Zhamely with some kind of fire spell.
Frau Mendelssohn, show us some powerful magic. Asked Allan White. It seems this boy was braver than the others. He raised his hand and then stood up and said all this!
Thinking, it can be arranged. You have just started school and a good incentive will be helpful.
Frau Mendelssohn slightly raised her palm with the rings, and already around the desks the wind blew, hundreds, thousands of small snowflakes swirled. I found myself in the snow in the forest. Huge fir trees surrounded me and the other students. Behind the white shroud of the blizzard, it was not visible what was hidden further. And Frau Mendelssohn stood in the center of this whirlpool of snow and was absolutely calm. Another moment, and the vision, if it was it, and not in reality, was gone. I didnt have time to be scared, only amazed. I gripped my wand tighter.
Wow! I heard Allans enthusiastic exclamation. He twisted his head, trying to figure out where the blizzard had gone.
The teacher smiled contentedly as she watched our reaction. Then she said:
Of course, you will learn in more detail about the weather charms and the charms of movement in space in the lesson from Mr. Thomsen. It is he who teaches «Chary».
And then suddenly Frau Mendelssohn started talking about order at school. And I was afraid that somehow she found out about my confrontation with Jamely and Matilda. After all, it is not possible that the discussion about this would have gone completely by accident?
The school has rules. All of them are aimed not only at discipline and order. Compliance with some has been credited for your safety. For example, dont leave your dorm at night. And outside the castle walls it is generally dangerous. And dont ask me why. And thats all. In turn, I want to add that Mr. Noel and his dog live and work in the castle. Of course, none of you have seen them yet. And its good if you dont see. Well, Mr. Noel is the guardian of the castle. He protects these walls, the area around them up to the black forest. His work falls on night hours. But for Mr. Noel, its even better. I cant imagine how he would have coped during the day. And the corners of Frau Mendelssohns lips twitched in a slight smile. And if you think that Mr. Noel can not be afraid, then his dog is definitely worth it. She How could I put it mildly? Shes a ghost!
At the last word, the whole class froze. The teacher, focusing on the word ghost, swam along the piano and continued:
«Ghosts are not that rare. All the more so here. Frau moved her hand around her, as if pointing to the walls. You probably remember that on the way to this castle you had to see the glow. You can find out for yourself what it is. It will be helpful to you. Lets see which path you have already chosen. You will find a book about this in the library. This is your homework. I do not require it, but I advise it. This concludes the lesson. Everybodys Free.
Chapter 9. Allan
At the end of the lesson, I felt myself yawning. I was attacked by a slight homesickness and weakness. Probably out of habit. When I sat motionless on the chair for almost an hour? Even my legs were numb. Therefore, I gladly accepted the end of the lesson. And she ran out into the corridor one of the first, waited for Lily. She showed up with another girl. Cornelia.
At the sight of Matilda, who went out into the corridor with a boyish gait, I stepped aside. She was saying something to the girl sitting next to her in class, I think Bridget, and she didnt notice me. Matilda was dissatisfied with something. And Bridget listened with great attention and exclaimed:
Can not be!
Matilda repeated, and I made out her words:
Northern Lights. Thats what it is! And so much importance! As if the earth is enveloped in a magical flame!
Carried away by the conversation, they did not pay attention to me, for that I was glad.
The whole class was impressed by the lesson. The boy with white hair, his name was Allan, said:
I think Frau Mendelssohn did the right thing by showing her magic. Now I will not rest until I start to get something like that!
He walked beside Lily. And waited for her answer.
Yes. Lily answered in a weak voice. She, of course, was flattered by Allans attention.