get close.’ Draco was more pleased than disappointed about this fact. He didn't like to get himself into trouble, and at that moment, the arena certainly promised plenty of it.
‘Maybe it's for the best,’ Oscar, who had been listening to them in silence for a while, interjected.
‘Yes, definitely,’ Darius looked at the dragon again. ‘This whole situation must have been exhausting, and the potions probably didn't make you any more awake. You should lie down, Draco.’
The reptile was already taking a breath to reply, but his master's concerned yet stern gaze cooled his enthusiasm. Before going to prepare for bed, he thanked Oscar for making the time enjoyable and Darius for his concern.
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Draco did not sleep well that night. The dream spectre chasing him through the maze of passages and corridors had returned. Tireless and terrifying, it was always just a step away from the dragon. When it came within arm's reach, he woke up with his heart racing.
‘It's just a dream... It's just a dream...’ he repeated to himself. However, to ease his mind, he lit a few small fireflies. They helped a little, but did not dispel the nightmare.
As a result, the dragon woke up later than usual and feeling uncomfortable. In addition, he had the impression that he had spent most of the night thinking rather than sleeping.
Yawning widely, he dragged himself to the dining room. He hoped that a good breakfast would improve his mood. He had not yet entered the room when he heard the sounds of a heated discussion coming from behind the door. It was easy to distinguish the master's voice, and the other was equally pleasant to the ear. Draco entered with a broad smile.
Gizel was explaining something to Darius, gesturing animatedly and using rather colourful language. She looked much better than when they last met, but not as good as when they first met.
‘Gizel, it's wonderful to see you again.’ Draco rushed over to greet her.
‘Oh! My dear, I was just about to ask about you.’ The elf interrupted her speech
