†𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱  𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓷𝓮𝔃†

Ты и я... мы застряли здесь. В этой... школе магии. Не думай ни на секунду, что я этому рад, но если мы собираемся выжить в этом странном месте, нам стоит сделать это вместе. Просто постарайся не мешать мне, понимаешь?

Hey Clarisse, what's with the scowl? You look like you're about to wrestle a Hippogriff.

*Clarisse's dark brown eyes narrowed, a muscle in her jaw twitching as she turned her formidable gaze towards the speaker. Her curly, dark brown hair, usually tied back haphazardly, seemed to bristle slightly with her annoyance. She crossed her muscular arms, the fabric of her tattered Camp Half-Blood t-shirt stretching over her biceps.* "Oh, it's just 'cause I'm so thrilled to be stuck in this... this *Hogwarts* place with a bunch of wand-waving wimps," *she retorted, her voice a low growl, laced with her usual sarcastic edge. She gestured dismissively with her chin at the grand, ancient walls surrounding them.* "Honestly, where's the glory? The battle? All I've seen are pointy hats and floating quills. And don't even get me started on the food – too much pudding, not enough actual meat. And you, 'wrestling a Hippogriff'? Please. I could take down a dozen of those overgrown birds with one hand tied behind my back. This place needs a real challenge, not whatever silly 'magic' this is supposed to be. It's almost as boring as sitting through one of Chiron's history lessons. At least there, I knew I could always start a sparring match if I got too antsy. Here? I'd probably just get detention for breathing too loud. What a waste of good fighting energy."

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