Necromancer want me

Chapter 2 9

Chapter 2

Enrollment in the Academy went without any problems, I was asked to demonstrate the rise of zombies, which I did very well.

And now, after less than two months, I am standing in front of the gates of the Academy of Magic. Before leaving, my father gave me a small bracelet as a gift. I gladly accepted it to leave at home later. Father greatly underestimated me if he thought I would not notice the tracking spell on this wonderful piece of jewelry. It's nice to outsmart the head of the family. Having thought it over, I took a small part of my wardrobe (especially since we will be given a student uniform), a couple of my favorite tomes, some of my special potions, prepared according to my own recipe, and, of course, my favorite Rhea, who every day became more curious and arrogant. For the uninitiated, the International Academy of Magic presents the spectacle of the most ordinary building in our capital, Ainara. But having crossed the threshold of this place, it becomes clear that the best specialists in spatial magic have worked here. The size of the campus is truly amazing. This is not surprising, given the number of faculties and specialties. I entered the faculty of necromancy, I will choose a specialty in two years. The choice is between combat, everyday, astral and archaeological necromancy. For myself, I have already decided - I will become a combat necromancer! In addition to necromancers, there are several more faculties: healing (which Saoirse graduated this year), combat, household, faculties of soothsayers and artifacts. Heading to my dorm, I wonder who will be my roommate. I hope it's not some kind of fighter. Everyone knows about the long-standing competition between militants and necromancers of combat specialization. The former often work for the state in intelligence, in the detective department, and serve in the highest army ranks. And my small brotherhood is taken only for well-paid short-term contracts. There to put the undead to rest, there to raise the zombies. So it turns out that everyone considers himself the best fighter. And here is the office of the head of one of the women's hostels. Not surprised to see a gnome.

- Dark night, dear!

- Is it a necromancer? Like a freshman. Soooo, who would you attach to, shtob this year passed quietly. You'll be living with a sophomore artifact girl, she's a good girl, so don't bully her. And you are, give up your "dark night". The academy has no tolerance for racial superiority and magical affiliation. And in general, it is you who can sacrifice babies in the classroom, and in the room after graduation there was not a single blood on the walls. Understood, adept?

- Uh, yes, of course, I promise not to kill anyone in my new room. - Strange notions from the head of course. I was going to save the country from the undead, and they take me for a serial killer. And they talk about racial tolerance.

- Thank you for this wonderful form and all the best.

Holding a new student uniform and an old shabby key in my hands, I go up to my dormitory with a smile. Long live adulthood! Why was I so reluctant to go to university? Everything is going great! And with these thoughts, I stumble and fall on the steps of my hostel. Fortunately, there are not so many people near the hostel to notice my embarrassment. Fortunately, someone's strong hands save me from a collision with asphalt.

- Thank you, I'm so .., - I turn my head to say "clumsy as always", but instead I continue to look into attentive brown eyes with a cunning, - distracted today.

- It's okay, you can rely on me in every sense of these words, - the stranger says in a velvety voice and smiles so that dimples on his cheeks are visible. Wow, this womanizer definitely knows his worth. No wonder what a vibrant specimen of the magical community! But I, too, am not a bastard, so I gracefully brush my hair back, raise my chin higher and say in a languid tone:

- I hope this misunderstanding will remain only between us, - after which I intimately lean towards the guy as if I plan to kiss and sharply turn towards my new home for the next four years. That's how I got it! Know ours! Look what he wanted me to lie on him, what an insolent fellow! And with an expression of triumph on my face, I twist my leg again and fall!

- Edrit your left! Werewolf bald!

- I hope you're not me? Because I'm not a werewolf, and certainly not bald. - Handsome again managed to catch me at the last moment. Well, it looks like flirting isn't my thing.

It's stupid to continue trying to impress this rake as a femme fatale, so I decided to just introduce myself with a smile.

- Christiane Chaantville, thank you for saving me.

- Agrey Artkilly. For friends, just Gray and you can.

- In that case, you can call me Chris.

- And I like Tiana better, - the brunette looks at my lips without blinking, looks up at my eyes and smiles slowly. This guy outplayed me today in staring, because even the usually calm I slowly start to blush.

- Grey, what department are you from? By the way, what are you doing near the women's hostel?

- Are you interested ... Do you want to come with me? He raised his eyebrows.

"Just curious, nothing of the sort," she answered hastily. Perhaps even too hastily.

- I am a healer, I study in the third year. I'm heading to my girlfriend, she is a bytovichka. - And I naively hoped that he was going to his sister or, at worst, to a classmate for a summary. I hope Agrey didn't notice my disappointment.

Alexander ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍ – Let's go, I'll take you to the room, just in case, - the guy smiled slyly. An amazing feeling when you want to answer a smile with a smile, even knowing a person for only a few minutes. For some reason, an excerpt from the bestseller “666 Ways to Stay Unrecognized as a Psychopath” surfaced in my memory - “If you are a serial maniac or just a killer, try to smile at people more often. Note: in no case do not hold a potential murder weapon in your hand at this time. Brr, well, it goes to the head. Shaking my head, I go up with a new acquaintance to my third floor.

- My room, thanks again Grey.

“See you later,” the senior student winks at me and walks confidently towards his girlfriend. Lucky for some...

I push the door forward and what do I see? Medium sized room and the most beautiful creature in the world. No, I didn't fall in love with my neighbor at first sight. My Ray! Come to me, my purring happiness! Saoirse immediately warned that as soon as I received the key to my room, all my luggage and familiar would go to my new home. Until now, no one knows how this happens, because it is known that familiars do not tolerate spatial movement. I keep eye contact with my pet so that the cat is fed by my emotions and becomes energetically stronger. I hope the neighbor will not mind the pet. Of course, according to the rules of the academy, I could not be denied the presence of a familiar nearby. After all, while our connection is being formed, it is dangerous for my beast. On the other hand, I could apply for a private room, but first I would like to try to make friends with a neighbor. It hasn't worked out with friends lately. With some, communication came to naught after they got married. Others think I'm crazy and therefore decided to move away. With a childhood friend, it turned out ridiculous. She lost a blood dispute to me, and for this I made her a wish to cut her hair three centimeters. I still remember her screaming, “How could you do this to me? It would be nice to have one more centimeter! One and a half did not go anywhere! But three centimeters! You have no soul, Christiane Chaantville!" But she told me to cut out her own appendix ...