or felt compelled to speak. ‘And I didn’t ask what you feel most comfortable with.’ He shot the parthir a look that seemed to say: Satisfied? ‘I didn’t mention it before, but we’re always the first to go on the attack.’ He added before the dragon could reply.
‘I feel most comfortable with a sword,’ Draco said, lifting the training blade he was holding by the hilt. ‘Hand-to-hand combat isn’t a problem for me either. As for magic… the master insists I’m doing quite well. I’m not afraid of front-line action either, so it shouldn’t be too bad,’ he admitted, trying to smile a little. It didn’t help at all that Cedric was looking not at him but at Noah, standing a little way off, the whole time.
‘Great,’ Scion’s brother replied curtly. He held out his hand and pointed to Zane, who was lying on the slope looking as though he were just dozing. ‘Keep close to him and follow orders if necessary.’
‘Right.’ Draco had no intention of arguing or trying to challenge their leader’s decision. He might not like the way he was behaving, but he’d put up with worse, and he didn’t want to provoke negative emotions in the other students. After all, he was the new one here.
‘Could you at least try to make a bit of an effort?’ The elf’s bored tone irritated Cedric. ‘Ask about a quick exchange of a few blows, or at least tell him what our usual strategy looks like.’
Retfield shot a glare at Zane, who, however, wasn’t asleep at all and was listening to them very carefully. One could say a lot about his attitude, but he was the only one in their team who behaved towards the dragon without prejudice. Although parthir, who seemed to be following Cedric’s lead the whole time, had also had to speak up for his new teammates in some subtle way in the meantime. Only Sheth sat on the sidelines, watching the archery training taking place a short distance away.
‘Show us what you’re made of, but make it quick.’ Retfiled
