everything I needed to pass, and yet I still felt it wasn’t enough.’
‘And now you're on edge waiting for the results?’ The elf nodded, his expression saying he knew exactly how the dragon felt. ‘It’ll be fine. Knowing you, you’ve already checked the answers yourself a few times.’
‘Generally yes, but I’m not sure if I made a mistake whilst writing.’ The dragon heaved a heavy sigh and entered the living room with the blacksmith, a place he knew well. ‘I hope everything went well and I passed, though.’
‘It won't be that bad,’ James smiled warmly. ‘You'd better tell us how it went in Enpine and about the exams. You haven't bothered to drop by since you got back.’
‘Even if I’d wanted to, Oscar wouldn’t have let me. He kept saying that the leg had to heal properly, and that healers and potions wouldn’t help with everything.’ The dragon complained. ‘It’s a good thing he didn’t forbid me from practising, at least.’
‘Wait, what do you mean, a leg that’s healing?’ The elf seemed surprised, and he wasn’t the only one. Matheo froze with the jug in his hand.
‘Oh, right, you probably don’t know,’ Draco remembered that he hadn’t told anyone about the marvax attack. He’d almost forgotten about it himself, as he’d been far more preoccupied with the exams and what had happened in the magical arena. ‘A marvax attacked me whilst I was on a ride in Enpine.’
He gave a brief account of the whole incident. It was hard to say whether he was recalling everything exactly as it had happened. It was all a bit hazy for him. The only thing that had etched itself into his memory was the lacerated wound on his thigh and the pleasant warmth of the healing.
‘I'm glad you weren't hurt.’ Matheo seemed concerned. ‘Between the exams and everything else, you've had far too much to deal with. It’s as if trouble’s been following you around.’ He shook his head.
‘I was more likely running into it myself.’ Draco gave a wry smile. ‘There was an
