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The anticipation for the first practice grew as the end of the week approached. As a result, on Friday morning I woke up about twenty minutes before the signal, nervous and trying to collect my thoughts. Already now my heart was beating distinctly, imitating the sound of a bell.

- Fiona, are you sleeping? she asked quietly, looking into the darkness under the canopy.

The next bed creaked.

“It hasn’t been for a long time,” there really wasn’t a drop of sleep in her friend’s voice.

She sat up in bed, stretching like a lithe cat. Linen strands were softly scattered on the back. And again I thought that elves were definitely marked somewhere in her pedigree. It's for nothing that the ears are not sharp, like Eitin's.

The training uniform, usually “killed” by the evening, I simply put in the closet. And in the morning I got it - fresh and clean, carefully ironed. I don’t know exactly how the magic of the academy worked, but I already regretted that I could not get a couple of such lockers