the shirt, but after a moment it was wet.- It's warm, so it shouldn't be a problem... Actually, if it were cold, it probably wouldn't be a problem either.- The dragon laughed and yawned wearily.
-Right.- Darius nodded, mentally correcting himself that his student was a fire dragon.- Nevertheless, you should still take care of yourself.- He added with conviction.- Now come on, it's time for a well-deserved rest. He smiled at his student. Draco nodded and, rubbing his eyes, headed for the stairs. The mage let his student go ahead, watching his exhausted protégé shuffling his feet.
As the dragon did not speak, Bleist followed him in silence. It was strange to see the ever-energetic Draco so tired. When, after a long moment, they reached the door of the boy's room, Darius ruffled his still wet hair.
-Time for a bath and bed,- he commanded with a smile.
-Um...- The dragon blinked sleepily.- Good night, master.
-Good night, Draco.
The morning was tough. Although it was difficult to call it morning, as the clock was approaching eleven. James lazily got out of bed and looked around his small attic room. It only had a bed, a wardrobe, a table and a chair, but that was enough for him. He stretched, yawned and, trying not to lie back down, began to get dressed. Once ready, he left, closed the door behind him and, trying to be as quiet as possible, made his way to the kitchen. He didn't encounter anyone in the corridors, but that didn't surprise him at all. No one wanted to disturb the lords of the house as they rested after a tiring and, ultimately, not very pleasant evening. He found three meals prepared in the kitchen, so he took his and sat down at the kitchen table. All the servants must have finished their kitchen duties long ago and dispersed to other tasks in the house or in the city. The simple, nutritious breakfast disappeared very quickly.
-There you are, James.- Ingrid peeked into the room. A young, stocky servant with a round, smiling face entered.
