Draco was leafing through a history book when someone knocked on the door.
– Come in. – Draco glanced over his shoulder.
Darius looked tired. He must have just returned, because he hadn't even had time to take off his cloak. The mage had been at work all day and most of the night, basically since he said goodbye to his student at the Academy.
– You're still awake.– Bleist tried to say it in a reproachful tone, but a yawn thwarted his plans. – You should rest before tomorrow's exams.
– I wanted to check something else, master.– The boy forced a smile. It wasn't difficult, because after the afternoon training session with Trace, he felt great. Fortunately, after returning from the Academy, he immediately ran into an officer who suggested he take part in some exercises so that, as he put it, the young master could warm up before tomorrow. This way of spending the afternoon worked wonders, and Draco even forgot that he was worried about the written exam and his answers. – As I thought, I made a lot of mistakes in history, which was not about wars. – He grimaced. In the past, he would not have admitted his mistake, but his master showed him that he did not have to fear his reaction. – Other than that, I did pretty well. Well, it depends on how the essays are graded.
– Don't worry, – Darius sat down at the table. – I'm sure you passed.
The dragon didn't want to argue, so he didn't comment. He changed his seat and sank into the armchair opposite his master. He looked at the man more closely. Fatigue had really taken its toll on him. He had a slightly pale, sallow complexion, dark circles and bloodshot eyes, yet he smiled as he looked at his student.
– You should lie down, master, – the boy said with concern that was quite palpable. – You certainly need more rest than I do.
– If you say so, then I must look terrible, – the magician tried to downplay
