The ball

      Darkling squeaked as whiskey reared the pain. Experiments with bad never pass without trace, and this was consequences. Last time he almost killed Ivan, of course, this time his friend barely managed to pull him out of the consequences that could cut all the further study of Alexander in Hogwarts, because he was allowed to study here and so only because of his mother, who was the famous Aurora, was, yes only now she was not a pension, after one injury which makes Bagh always feel cold.       “If the Nazyanskaya comes to me again, I swear to her,” growled Ivan, barely departed from the former passia of the best friend. “Why did you argue with Lancov that you can get such a Fool like Nazyanskaya?”       “Lances still owe me three gallons. Where’s he?” With a pythigistic expression, Darkling asked, barely restraining the moan of pain. The head was hot. Blood drifted from her nose. “Damn it…”       Ivan sighed heavily and pushed his handbag to his friend in which a pair of potions lay in such a case. Darkling growled and beckoned the desired potion that jumped him in his hand.       “Another day has been lived…” Ivan concluded and cleared his throat, “Look, your sunshine came out with Safina. — He said with a grin and looked at two girls who were clearly coming from Hogsmeade, as they were holding bundles, possibly with dresses, or, more likely, Starkova was just helping Safina carry bags of clothes.       “She’s not my sunshine, » Darkling says through his teeth and heavily inspired and exhaled, looked at Starkova, who clearly said something funny, but he did not hear it, because he did not understand why Safina was smiling. “Yes, and she’s dating Oretsev.”       “They broke up” on the growled Ivan and looked wide and evil at his friend, quite understanding his hatred for his cousin.              The Darkling snorted, saying, “parted — get together, » they always did. Alina is faithful to her friend, and he does not dare even hope that she will pay attention to him. Darkling rarely showed such unhealthy interest in someone.       “You didn’t invite anyone else, why?” Asked Ivan, again putting on his warm charms, adjusting his robe with a red lining.       “What difference does it make if they all need only one thing?” Darkling did not believe in love, he did not believe that he could be as comfortable as alone, only with someone else. The only thing he understood about relationships, and he met with many, girls do not need him, but sex. Maybe he was just so unlucky, he didn’t know.       “Well, look, now Potter will invite the remaining among which may be your Starkova and then you on the Holy ball go with whom? I’m going with Fedor, and you’re getting alone.”       “You and Fedor have been a couple since the fourth year, no wonder you’re going to the Ball together.”       Darkling and Ivan noticed the confused Potter and Weasley, who tried to approach the wall of the girls, but almost immediately turned around and walked towards them. Harry only knew the Darkling superficially, and he also knew Ivan superficially, but when he noticed his friends, he approached them.       “Have you already invited me?” Potter asked with a sorrowful sigh and, hoping for nothing, sat down next to the Slytherin, Weasley made a disgusted face but plopped down next to Potter. Darkling said something vague and shook his head, admitting to his own blunder was hard.