sofa opposite her.
Darius, having no choice, sat down like a scolded boy.
-Your last letter was very interesting.- Her quiet, hoarse voice had a calming, almost hypnotic effect on Bleist.- I didn't expect to live to see the day when you would take an apprentice under your wing. What's more, that you would become so attached to him and worry about him, that you would be more than willing to help. - Once again, his mother tried to laugh. - It's interesting that it's matters of the heart that cause you trouble.
- They always have, - Darius muttered. He didn't want to think about the past, but it obligingly brought back vivid memories of youthful infatuations and painful breakups. He knew very well that building a long-term relationship of this kind was, contrary to appearances, difficult, and he had no talent for it. Even the one he cared about most remained only a pleasant memory for years, only to rekindle the old passion when they met again.- You should know that best. I always came to you with this.
-Oh, Darius, Darius.- A long sigh camouflaged her attempt to catch her breath quite well.- Your heart is in the right place, you just don't know how to use it. Based on all the letters, I can say that your student trusts you deeply. I don't know the reason for this, but you don't have to worry about it. - Bleist had the impression that he could feel his mother's piercing gaze from behind her veil. - I know it bothers you that Draco is bottling up his bitterness and resentment, but you should wait. Continue to be a supportive mentor, and the boy will come to you for advice on his own. Do not try to force anything, do not pressure him. Just show him that you are there to help him at any time, and he will ask for help when he really needs it.
-Waiting...- Earl clenched his fist, almost digging his nails into his palm. -That's the hardest part. I want to say something, do
