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– Well, I do not. Your walks with phlox will obviously not be limited to, and I’m not going to catch you all over Yorkshire. In addition, it is vital for me to accept the report, since it came with home delivery. Mixture two thousand two hundred and forty three cannot wait. Let's go.

I slowly stood up. What is going on? I don't understand! I caught Chester’s amazed glance at Dougal, and Elsa’s mocking glance at herself. Only Sabella looked encouragingly.

Norwood waited for me at the exit and let me go ahead. The dead silence behind me got on my nerves. Is everyone in shock?

No wonder, I'm shocked too. But it hardly matters.

– So, professor? – I asked when we went beyond the boundaries of the spring kindergarten into the chilly autumn that was not according to the calendar. She shivered: gusts of cold wind chilled to the bones. If I had known that I would have to walk, I would have taken a warm raincoat. She wrapped her arms around herself: this helped at least a little. – Phlox or report?

– Cloth. Until you turn blue and have pneumonia. What is this strange desire for self-destruction?

Soft fur fell over the shoulders and enveloped the body to the knees. I looked at myself. Wow! Norwood conjured up a real poncho for me, with an authentic Indian pattern, with fringe, but most importantly – thick, completely unsaleable!

“I didn’t know you were a fan of ethnic style,” I muttered. – Thank you.

However, only I shone with ethnic style. For himself, Norwood created a classic cashmere coat. And a cap, in which he became subtly similar to Sherlock Holmes.

“There’s something mysterious and strange about him.” Suits you. But I’m more interested in why a hereditary witch has become so radically disengaged with magic in just a few days that she can’t even conjure boots for herself or dry herself. Very strange, isn't it? To the right,” he put his hand on my back, guiding and slightly pushing me towards the path covered with fine gravel.

“And where do you fly, Charlotte, when you need it?” I shrugged:

– Amnesia? Bet? Experiment?

The distinct, clear feeling that Norwood understood everything and would now begin to expose and expose me was frightening. After last night I didn’t know how to behave with him. I didn't know what to do. To speak or to remain silent. To hope or not.

– Amnesia in our world is curable, if you suddenly forgot that too. And no bet will force a person to forget how to breathe, or a magician to forget how to cast magic. Here, admire it. Phloxes.

“What remains is an experiment,” I agreed, looking at the flowerbed with colorful phloxes – white, scarlet, lilac, even blue. There don't seem to be any blue people in our world. Incredibly large flowers were collected in huge lush inflorescences. The cold wind did not affect them. Chester must have worked hard. – Although I could easily formulate a suitable bet for you, but… Perhaps you would have to completely lose your brains to do something like that simply out of boredom. Only if something extremely important is at stake.

“However, how do you know what could be at stake for me?” This did not sound – if you stop in time, the interlocutor himself will think of what he needs. However, Dougal knows how to draw the right conclusions. And he probably sees right through all my attempts to keep a secret. Maybe because I'm tired of storing it myself?

“First, formulate your own name,” he suggested caustically. – Be so kind. After talking with you a little longer than necessary, anyone with ears, eyes and the rudiments of a mind will understand that you have nothing in common with Miss Blair. Apart from her appearance and shape, of course.

Well, I was not mistaken. And yesterday I didn’t dream. Norwood was not so blind as not to notice my obvious mistakes and differences in behavior. As Sabella predicted on the first evening.

Surprisingly, it became easier. It was as if a stone had been lifted from my soul. Still, it was difficult and unpleasant to wear in front of him the mask of a narrow-minded, ambitious girl who had done such a great job to both of us. Even if I wasn’t always able to match this mask.

“Unfortunately, I have,” I responded gloomily. – Although I would prefer… well, what difference does it make now? Freya Sullivan.