3

The past three days have already started to seem boring.

There was not much study, rather, much less than I had previously expected.

The lessons were one or two hours long and there were at most three of them. But I really started to like it here.

In the morning, Isla and I were walking among the flowers and suddenly Vaclav appeared among the greenery.

— Hello...—His face was kind of pale today.— Samantha I... Layla? —

— Ayla.—My friend corrected him.— Hello, Mr. Dombrowski.—

— Samantha, I need you for a few minutes. Are you busy with anything, girls? —

— No, but what did you want to ask, Mr. Vaclav?— I followed the director.

— Your magic... Many noticed dark footprints. And then there's that red hair of yours...—Vaclav ran his hands through my hair and I felt my heart begin to race.

— If you want, I'll tell you everything...— I closed my eyes.— Mr. Vaclav, don't stand so close...—

I opened my eyes.

My gaze met Vaclav's... Such a desirable Vaclav...

This black abyss just pulls me in.

— After class, I'll come in and tell you everything. Then, if you want, you can expel me.—

My soul ached when I picked up my pace.

If Vaclav wants to, I'll tell him...

I landed on one of the benches among the greenery.

— A bad day?—

I was startled by a voice I hadn't heard before.

— Is there someone here?—I looked around.

— Yes...—The air sparkled and gradually a man appeared.

— Are you invisible like Piotr? Sorry, I was too tense to notice anyone. You're right, it's a bad day...—

— I'm not invisible.—The man smiled.— But, you can say, I look like them in some way. I am a crystal man.— He said. Sparks flew from his fingers.— Philip Szymanski.—

— Samantha Bailey.—I shook his hand.— Are you a professor here? Or...—

— You can say that. I am a transformation teacher here. Are you a freshman? —

I felt a wave of kindness that came from this man.

He is both handsome and pleasant... You can certainly rely on such a person in a difficult moment.

— Perhaps my first days here may be my last. I don't want to talk about it.—I said.

It's strange, but it seems to me that he can be trusted with this secret.

—Is it because of your father? Crystal people don't live in the same dimension, I know everything about many of the people I see in advance.—Szymanski smiled.— Just take it and tell him everything.—

It was as if a multi-ton weight had fallen off my shoulders.

— Who were you talking to?—Ayla caught up with me in the hallway.

— The teacher of transformation. Ayla, go to the room alone, I need to go to Vaclav. Oh, I wanted to say, to Director Dombrowski.— I blushed.

Ayla smiled.

— All right. Let's talk about it in the room!—

I watched her go for a while, gathered my courage, and then went to the main staircase.

From the conversations of several undergraduates, I know that there is a statue of the Gorgon Medusa hanging above the door of the principal's office and a huge raven is sitting on it.

According to the stories, I couldn't figure it out, but the real look really scared me.

Startled, I stare at the door for a while, and then raise my hand to knock.

— Who?—Suddenly a voice boomed.

This... It was raven talking!

— Samantha Bailey...—I almost stuttered.

The door opened.

— Come in.—Dombrowski was standing by the window with his arms crossed over his chest.

His office turned out to be more creepy than the reception room I was in when I got here on the first day.

The curtains of black velvet were moving in the air.

— I am... Mr. Vaclav, I am the daughter of Belphegor.—I said in one breath.— If you still want to expel me...—

— And what, are you doing what he asks?— The director asks softly.

— No. But I'm a half-demon...— I felt how loud my heart was beating right now.

Vaclav suddenly smiled.

— So what? Do you think that makes you an outcast?—he asked.— Origin is not the outcome of your life. Even if you were born under an unlucky star. It is not your background that creates your destiny, but you...—

The blood is rushing to my cheeks again.

— Get ready for the next lessons. The second month of training will be more difficult, because the first month was an introductory one...—

I'm looking at those lovely features. The more I look at Vaclav, the more beautiful he seems to me.

I'm half a demon, but I may not become a demon...

Love can save me...

***

— So what? Do you really like him?—Ayla asked.— I've been seeing you acting strangely for a couple of days now...—

— Vaclav... It's even difficult to describe what he is like... Both handsome and smart... And when he smiles... Oh, Isla, what's happening to me... I wasn't like that, believe me. —

— I can see it that way. Mr. Director is very old, but... You'd look good together. You are suitable for each other as... Well, I don't know! How everything in the world fits together.—

After I talked with Philip Szymanski, there was a strange feeling of peace.

Apparently, crystal people are created to be professional psychologists...

— Samantha, and I saw a transformation teacher. He is a very interesting person...—

— Yes... Very...—I smiled.

***

— So, chameleonism! Don't think that you need to become lizards,—Philip Szymanski wrote the lesson topic in the air with a flourish.— it's very interesting and funny. And besides, it will save your life.—The

turquoise of his eyes turned blue.

Now I noticed that Philip's ring is similar to the color of his eyes.

There was no blackboard or anything like it in the classroom. She wasn't in any of the classes.

Teachers write with smoke, fire, or just black letters right in the air.

Philip placed his marble wand on the wrought-iron table.

— First, remember the sign with which you will do this. With the index finger of your left hand, draw a diagonal line from left to right, then circle this line with a spiral of two circles. Yes, exactly the way Mrs. Samantha does it...—

I blushed at Szymanski's smile.

— Have you done this before?—Philip asked, still smiling.— Or do you have a talent? However, both are very good...—

I felt a tingling sensation on my skin and Isla's envious gaze-for some reason she couldn't get a diagonal.

Looking at my hands, I saw that they had become the same color as the table.

Lifting first one and then the other of my hands up, I looked at them and waved in the air.

My palms looked like water or glass.

I turned around and saw Vaclav.

His black eyes were watching me with a smile.

— Are you going to go out into the hallway like this?—

I cried out in fright.

It turns out that Philip Szymanski has been standing by and, perhaps, for a long time.

— Excuse me, Mr. Szymanski. I was thinking, I think...—I said, confused.

— It's not scary. And call me Philip. —