it a little. – Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, – he said more seriously, seeing that his attempt at humour had backfired. – I’ll be back to work as normal soon, so things will be calmer.
– Are you nearly done?
– Yes, thankfully. – Darius heaved a sigh of relief and sprawled out on the sofa. – I think I've passed on everything I should have, and all that's left is to tie up the formalities. Life will finally return to normal. — A pale smile expressed more than the mage wanted to convey. — But enough about me. How are you feeling before the practical exams?
– I hope that magic won't be too difficult. We've practised all the required spells, I've cast them many times. – The dragon was slightly masking his anxiety. Although he wanted to feel confident before the test, somewhere in the back of his mind there was still a nagging feeling that he couldn't do that well. Irrational, highly emotional, and an echo of Dagos. The worst part was that Draco knew all this, yet he couldn't shake it off. —As for shooting... As I said, I'm not good at it. I can handle a rifle fairly well, but the shooting itself... Well, I hope just firing in the right direction will be enough. – He had shown what he could do with a gun once or twice, but he really wasn't good at it. Everything was fine until he raised the rifle to the firing position. After pulling the trigger, everything was in the hands of the gods. Although he preferred them not to take an interest in him, he had the impression that the bullet's trajectory depended solely on their whims.
– It should be enough, Draco.– Darius tried to cheer him up.– Don't worry, magical knowledge, spellcasting and combat skills are what count most in the final assessment.
– I'll try not to think about it.– The dragon couldn't promise anything in this regard. He knew himself too well.
— Both combat exams are in two days, and then it
