Ah you are a witch!

      The annoying knocking on the window was starting to annoy. Turning over on his other side, Fash tried to finish the dream, which did not work. Completely pissed off at that idiot Bronner’s triangle, (And Fash had no doubt that it was his business) he still sat down on his bed, sleepily rubbing his eyes.       Out of anger and irritation, the young man grabbed the ball, which had successfully come to hand, and threw it against the wall with all his might. I didn’t have to wait long for an answer: soon I heard a painful groan and a cry of “are you an idiot?!”. Next, a shaggy misunderstanding called “sister” burst into his room, almost tearing the door off its hinges.       — You are a degenerate! Zaharra exclaimed angrily, her eyes flashing and her nostrils moving amusingly.       — No, Fash grinned, enjoying the girl’s reaction. He stared at his sister expectantly. He liked to piss her off.: She was very funny when she was angry.        — Firstly, this is a statement, — Zaharra shouted irritably, — And secondly, if you do any more shit that bothers me, then I will dismember you, hang you, castrate you, put you on a stake and rape you — noticing a surprised mocking look, she stopped and waved her hands — okay, okay, forget the last one, but everything else is valid! The girl exclaimed menacingly. Suddenly Zaharra bared her teeth and, jumping up to her brother, grabbed the nearest pillow and began to beat him with a belligerent cry of “And now there will be revenge!”.       The surprise effect worked perfectly: even Fash, who was used to his sister, did not have time to come to his senses. Of course, he tried to get out from under the attack of the “pillow artillery”, but, realizing the futility of these attempts, helplessly stretched out his hands to the top, they say, “gave up.” Grinning triumphantly, Zaharra sat down comfortably on her brother.       — Are you giving up, you pathetic coward? “What is it?” she asked loudly, looking majestically and haughtily at the fallen man.       — Well, yes, — Fash, who was still in captivity, replied uncertainly.       — Do you admit, who dared to encroach on Her Majesty’s peace of mind, that you now owe me a wish?       — Um, well, yes — the young man just sighed resignedly, looking at the contented face of this monster.       Finally, freeing himself from Zaharra’s clutches, he wandered over to the Needltooth, Maar’s triangle. I still need to pick up the letter.       — Hey, brother, let me read — the pleading look of the sweetly smiling sister turned to Fash. Well, how can you resist here? No way!       — No, no, I won’t — the sweet smile gradually became an insidious grin — I’ll just read it out loud myself.       — I would have said so right away! Come on, I’m waiting,” Zaharra snorted and jumped on the bed. Now, swinging her legs and shaking her head sweetly, she seemed like the same seven-year-old girl stealing cookies from under her parents' noses. The girl who always cried after falling on the asphalt and begged for pens. That she was afraid of a thunderstorm and came to sleep with her brother as soon as it started.       Emerging from his thoughts, Fash immediately quickly ran through the letter, squinting his eyes.

Hi, dearest Drag!

      Early this morning, having found no reason not to wake you up on such a beautiful day, I decided to send you this letter. And completely meaningless. Yes, yes, I’ve already imagined your angry face. But not the point       If you’re still hoping for some useful information, then get it and sign up!       First of all, I came home! As you remember, I escaped safely with my ancestors to Italy. Even though I’ll see your disgusting face now, I won’t have to speak with that fucking accent. Let’s be optimistic)       And soon they will buy me a new triangle! It’s just incredible!       P.S. You have no idea how fucked up I am with this Needle Tooth (It’s so old it looks even worse than you)       P.S.S. I have already come up with a name for him — Freshyar. If you find something in common with your name and Fresh in it, then don’t worry, it’s a coincidence (Hehe)       P.S. Today at 13 in our cafe, if you haven’t forgotten its location yet.       P.S.S.S. Couldn’t resist such a tempting offer and wish you to crash on the stairs)

While. Your favorite, Maar Bronner

      — Hey, brother, is everything okay? Zaharra asked mockingly, watching the changes on her brother’s face. “Come on, read it already, I’m waiting.              — Um, maybe tomorrow?       — No, no, you can’t get away with it. Let’s read it, or you’ll get a punch in the face,” she retorted, slyly squinting her eyes.       Watching the pillow he took, the guy still opened his mouth to read, but then…       — Fash, Zaharra, let’s go eat, — Mom came into the room, raising her eyebrows in surprise — Uh… what do you have here?       — And he’s bothering me! They shouted at the same time, pointing at each other.       — By God, like little children — shaking her head, her mother said with a smile — Go eat, little ones, she jokingly repeated, and after a loud shout “We are not small!” she went into the kitchen.

***

      — Mom, can I meet Maar in Astrograd? Dragocius asked, looking at me with pleading eyes.       — Okay, okay, go. At what time?       — Yoo-hoo! — a joyful shout rang throughout the house — At thirteen. And yes, to forestall your questions, I will come at fifteen. OK?       — Yes, yes, come, and now fuck off — the mother jokingly asked, watching her son’s deflated muzzle — You’re spoiling the mood. Yes, Zaharra?       — That’s it! Zaharra echoed, smiling slyly — And you’re also lying!        — Yes, it was mom who called us, not me, after all, — the young man tried to say in his defense, but quickly realized the futility — That’s it, leave off, you’re just annoying. I went to my room! Fash shouted and immediately disappeared on the second floor.       When he went up to his room, Dragocius immediately collapsed onto the soft bed, as if falling into it. I wanted to rest and sleep, but the annoying rays of the morning sun did not allow me to do this. It was as if they were deliberately getting into my eyes. In general, it wasn’t like that.       Standing up, Fash examined himself in the mirror. A tall, docile young man of about seventeen with brown hair sticking out in all directions and eyes as blue as the sky looked at him wearily but mischievously. And it was all about him. Due to his attractive, if not good-looking appearance, he was the first handsome boy of the school. Every second one hung on to him, which annoyed him. Very much so.       Grinning, the guy smoothed his hair — his popularity has long been a reason for friends to joke. But he didn’t care. He was only happy. I was happy with my friends and life. It was really interesting and exciting — study and punishment combined with pranks and holidays.       Someone says that life is utter boredom. You just adjust to others, depend on their opinions. You work for them, whether you meet their expectations or not. Fash didn’t understand such people. Yes, the guy knew that everyone has their own life. It is full of difficulties for everyone, but everyone has time to enjoy. To take a break from everything. Just getting a kick out of life. However, everyone has their own opinion. Everyone knows what they have to do in this life.       Life is like a game — I overcame the initial difficulties, like levels, did not give up, and it becomes more interesting. Yes, the “levels” are getting more difficult, but… but you get friends, acquaintances, company. The ones you’re really interested in spending time with.       Someone will say that this is a mask. A myth that can’t be dispelled if you don’t want to. He will say that this is a wrong perception of the world, because it is not true. False.       But the thing is, you have to want to change your worldview. If you want, you will rejoice, if not, you will suffer. To “live out” life. Weird…       It’s strange that everything depends on you. Like a game. You can go one way, but at the same time there is another option. And your decision is the most important thing. Yes, you can imitate others, repeat everything after them, but… then you will have to make a decision alone. Independently.

***

      Fash, frowning, glanced at his watch at intervals of twenty seconds, looking around the square. Mara was nowhere to be seen. When the minute hand of the clock jumped over ten, the guy began to take out a Magphone in order to call a friend. Already dialing the number, he suddenly heard a shout “Hey, Dragocius!” Quickly putting his cell phone in his pocket, Fash turned around and saw Bronner hurrying towards him.       — Hello, my forgetful one, — Dragosius mockingly greeted the man who came up, shaking hands — and someone seemed to say that I had forgotten the way. But that was not the case!       Slyly narrowing his eyes, Fash looked at his friend — dark blue jeans that were two sizes bigger than his legs, a plaid shirt and sneakers. Green cat eyes scanned the crowd as if trying to find someone.       — Oh, forget it. My cousin came to see me, so they detained me. You’d better tell me about yourself. And then I didn’t write a letter in response, I guess I was offended       — Come on, thorn. Well, what could I do? I just sat, ate, read letters and watched TV. By the way, it’s a good invention, I’ll tell you. Fairies do not doze off. Technological progress on the face! Dragocius chuckled.       — That’s right, my dear friend — Maar said in an important tone of a scientist — development is in full swing       Fash snorted. It was fun and interesting with Maar. Here is a real friend. I liked to tease him and laugh at jokes together. It’s not boring to spend time with him. Enjoy life.       — Don’t act smart, Bronner, it’s not working out well — smiled Dragozi and immediately came up with an idea — let’s go to a cafe, huh?       — And what, I don’t mind — agreed Maar and they sauntered off to eat — By the way, do you know what kind of competition to prepare for this year?        —No, — Fash shrugged.       The school they attended was the most prestigious in magical Europe. Only the best of the best went there, and they didn’t take the rich ones. Only budget places. Well, since the school is very high-status, it must prove its rank. The management organizes competitions between senior students every year, the tasks in which are learned a week before the event. The tournament is a single-elimination tournament, and the two best students will meet in the final, where they will fight a duel. However, it is not so easy to win.       A total of one hundred and twenty-eight students participate, and with each round, half are eliminated. To win this competition means to secure a budget education in any European magical institute. It was very honorable, so everyone wanted to win and prepared in advance.       Despite their exuberant nature, Fash Dragozi and Maar Bronner were rightfully considered one of the best. Needless to say, they had no equal in duels — even with teachers, they fought neck and neck.       Fash himself really wanted to enroll in RGMI. That’s why he needed to win the tournament.       In his thoughts, Dragozi did not notice how they reached the cafe and sat down at a table. Maar, seeing his friend’s thoughtfulness, smiled. Everyone needs a victory.       — Hey, Fash, wake up — Bronner snapped his fingers in front of Dragozi’s face — What are you going to order?       — Oh, what? — looking around, the guy realized that the waitress had already approached them. Quite beautiful, by the way. But the redhead. Well, okay — Ah… but what can I do? — he asked the girl, turning to her sideways.       — I can offer you pumpkin puree soup, as well as our signature salad “Forest mix”. There are other dishes on the menu — she pointed to the piece of paper with her finger — So what will you order?       — Mm, let’s have some kind of cake, otherwise I’ve already eaten, well, tea.       — And what you said to me, — added Maar       — Yes, well — quickly writing down, the waitress headed to the kitchen.       Fash stretched out and lay down on a chair. If you can say so, of course. Tomorrow is the First of September, which means going to school. And he has nothing collected. However, this can be quickly fixed.       — Are you ready? Maar asked, narrowing his eyes mockingly       — To what?       — Yes, by the last year of study, stupid. What else is there? Bronner tapped his head lightly, showing Dragocius' stupidity       — I would have said so right away! Actually, I’m better prepared than you are,” Fash said and began to dodge his friend who was reaching out to him. However, as soon as the attempt failed, he immediately crashed to the floor, which caused an explosion of laughter.       — Well, you give!       — Shut up, I fell down because of you, I could have helped,” Mar grimaced, rubbing the bruised place        — Here is your order — the melodious voice of the waitress suddenly sounded, which made the friends shudder — Here, and here. As regular visitors, we give you a ten percent discount,” the girl winked at her friends and left, smiling for the first time.       — And the girl is nothing, — commented Maar, watching the reaction of Dragozia — how do you like it?       — No, I’m not into redheads — Fash grimaced, but added — but if I were a blonde…