M.P.

“The walls covered with paintings and tapestries that often concealed the doors didn't help either. There were countless animal heads of all kinds lit by torches in several corridors, and I could have sworn I saw them move, but I was always so late for the lessons that I had no time to pay attention to them. Intense smells of herbs, vapors, and fumes filled this space, as potions and spells were constantly being played throughout the days and nights. Every time we passed Mrs. Fitz's secretary's office, we had to pinch our Nose, because she seemed to burn horrible herbs while she worked, and the smell spread down the hallway to the classrooms.
Then there was Miss Melva Flin with her ever-vigilant bat. She controlled every person who came in and out of Philcrocks and roamed the corridors making sure no students broke the rules or tried to stick their noses where they weren't called. She had two spare eyes as her bat squeaked whenever it detected problems. No student liked her and everyone wished they could close that bat in the library where he could eat the bookworms for the rest of his life.
Found the practice sites, there were still the lessons. Every Thursday at midnight the clan would gather in the High Ridge stone circle, at which hour it aligned with the moon, and it was possible to make omens from the constellations. On Tuesdays we went to the Philcrocks Woods where we watched the wild animals and any other species that walked around, hunted and fished in the river and even stayed overnight for the next day hoping to see the vampires hunt, which did not happen. I still couldn't believe vampires existed but the next day I turned away from all the sarcophagi I came across in the castle corridors.
The most boring of the chairs was the Philcrocks Story, where they talked about the story of magic. Especially because the teacher talked monotonously and always behind the book, which made it impossible to see his face and understand what he was saying. He also made references to maps and wall articles that no one understood, which did not matter to him as long as he remained immersed in its reading aloud. Most interesting so far has been the story of the division of the 3 kingdoms and the emergence of the 3 clans. For many centuries they had lived peacefully until pure races emerged and the thirst for power increased, promoting their perpetuation. The segregation of sleves began there. King Elive's Night Clan was destroyed by King Ashen and the Night Clan disappeared, except for some sorcerers who chose the Shadow Kingdom to live on and continued the clan to which I now belong. Having to memorize endless dates and events was the worst part. It was hard to remember if it was Orlk or Orls who started the battle and whether it was in Cral or Crap, especially since all those names were strange to me.”
― M. P.

“Thanks. You saved me down there…”, I said, venting. My voice came out shaky. I could hardly believe I was safe from those wizards. I kept shaking.
“Shh… come here,” he said, wrapping me in a warm hug that strangely gave me some comfort. I sank into that warrior's body. I wasn't sure I could trust him but I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. “Dafne and Loran have special personalities. They hate sleves… seeing a human being admitted to the academy… goes against everything they stand for. ”
"Wizards' sovereignty," I said, understanding. Harry nodded, lowering his head over mine.
“There's only one way for someone without magic to get protection from wizards…”, he said.
I remembered what I had heard. I widened my eyes, anticipating his words. I pulled back, looking at him indignantly, “Getting involved with one of them? You can believe I never… ”
“Not with one of them… with me”
I swallowed hard.
“I come from good families, I have my place at the academy... Dafne and Loran respect me… it's your best chance”
Why was Harry willing to help me? Risking his reputation. But then I saw excitement in his eyes. This was not a sacrifice for him… Harry spoke scornfully of the families of pure wizards… even though he was one of them. This was his chance to piss off his family.
"Well, I think we can see each other again," I nodded.”
― M. P.