Draco put on blue trousers, a shirt with a stand-up collar and black heavy leather boots. Everything lay perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that he looked surprisingly good in it. I've changed. He admitted to himself. I look different, I feel more confident and safer. I think in a different way. One seemingly small discovery has changed me to the point where I have trouble seeing my old self myself. He sighed looking at himself. I feel better in the skin of a mage than a dragon. He stated with resignation. But are they two completely different entities? He asked himself this question for the first time. He didn't know what made him think this way, but he had to admit that it was heading in the right direction. Maybe I just feel complete now? Not just a dragon or just a mage, but both sides of my nature forming a whole, being me? He looked over at the bed and took another look at the cloak lying on it. He picked it up in his hand and put it on.
It was long, reaching his knees. It seemed warm, but despite the high temperature, it didn't seem to make him any warmer than before. The coat was the same shade of blue as the one Darius wore, it had silver buttons and a coat of arms embroidered on the left shoulder. Coat of arms. He thought while looking at it in the mirror. The simple shield was divided into four parts. On the upper left and lower right were silver griffins, and on two others were dark blue dragons. He liked it and knew it must belong to Darius' family. He touched it with his hand and smiled. He set about fastening it and felt something under his finger on the button. He had not looked at them before and only now did he notice that there was the same dragon on each one as on the coat of arms. He smiled again and ran his finger over
