Chapter three, in which Irene is punished for the first time and makes an acquaintance

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Daniel More thoughtfully drummed his fingers on the table and sipped tea, not of the best quality, more like pomace from slops, but, alas, they don’t serve another in the Grade Hall dining room. Classes will begin almost tomorrow, and the curriculum, as it was, is not there. What kind of irresponsibility?

- Can? – At first asked, and then the golden-haired dragon lady knocked.

And adherents... Why so much arrogance? Do you think, since fifth-year students, you can relax? Sit on the good rector's neck and go?

“Miss Keira,” Daniel replied indignantly and...