Lizo4ek: переводы

→Then, on cue, I heard a last-call announcement for my new flight, saying all passengers need to be on board now, as they were about to shut the cabin doors. I wasn’t the swearing type, but I almost was then—especially when I saw that my new gate was on the opposite side of the terminal. Without another word, I grabbed my things and sprinted toward the gate as quickly as I could, making a mental note to write a letter of complaint to the airline. Through some miracle, I made it just before my new flight was closed to passengers, though the agent working that gate sternly told me that next time, I should plan ahead and allow more time.

→“That’s something,” I said. I was still annoyed at this, simply out of principle. I liked order and procedure. Altering those threw off my world. I looked down at the boarding pass and then did a double take. “It’s leaving now!”

→The woman produced a boarding pass. “We’ve more than made up for it. We’ve booked you on another flight, to Philadelphia—one that’s leaving sooner. And you’ve even been upgraded to first class for your inconvenience.”

→“Volunteers?” I repeated, following her gesture. Off to the side of the seating area, a family with seven children smiled back at me. The children were tiny and adorable, with big eyes and the kind of cuteness you saw in musicals about orphans finding new homes. Outraged, I turned back toward the agent. “How can you do that? I checked in way ahead of time! I have a wedding to get to. I can’t miss it.”

→“It means that you’re no longer on the flight,” she explained. “You and a couple other volunteers gave up your seats to accommodate that family. Otherwise, they would’ve had to be split up.”

→“What’s that mean for me, exactly?” I asked, my dread growing. “I have a confirmed seat.” I dealt with bureaucracy and red tape all the time, but overbooking flights was something I’d never understood. How did that even happen? It wasn’t like the number of seats was a surprise to them.

→“I’m sad to tell you this flight has been overbooked,” she said. From her peppy voice and big smile, she didn’t seem sad at all.

→I reached my gate at LAX an hour before the scheduled flight. I’d just gotten cozy with Ms. Terwilliger’s book when an overhead announcement declared, “Paging passenger Melrose. Please come see a customer service agent.”
I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Gathering up my things, I approached the desk and was greeted by a cheery airline representative.

→I had to connect through a different flight in Los Angeles, which reminded me of Ms. Terwilliger’s task. Find one neighborhood in all of Los Angeles’s greater metropolitan area. Sure, no problem. The only thing I had going for me was that the Victorian houses were so distinct. If I could find some historical society, there was a good chance they could direct me toward areas matching that description. It would narrow my search considerably.

→Fot all intents and purposes , though , he was indistinguishable from an ordinary human .With his sandy - colored hair and brown eyes , he also bore enough resemblance to me to support our covers story that we were twins . In reality , Eddie was here at Amberwood as a bodyguard for Jill .

→She nodded and pushed her glasses up her nose . " I know / Most people probably could;t do it ." And on that semi - complimentary note , she returned to her desk at the front of the classroom .
" What neighborhood ?" asked a new voice .
Eddie Castile had just arrived and slid into a neighborhood desk. Eddie was a dhampir - possessing a mix of human and vampire DNA that had been passed down from days when the two races mixed .

→" And ," she added , " if you could find out where that neighbothood is, it would be extremely useful ."
I was speechless for a few moments . Locate one neighborhood in the greater Los Angeles metropolitan area ? " That's ... a very large area to cover , " I said at last , choosing my words carefully with witnesses around .

→"Reading material for the plane ," she said . She spoke in her usual , addled scholar voice , but I could see glint of that anxietry from last night in her eyes . " Focus only on the first section . I trust you'll do your usual thorough job - and then some ."
None of the other arriving students paid any attention to us . My last class of the day was an independent study session on late- antique history , which she served as my mentor for . More often than not , she used the session as a passive way to teach me magic . So , her giving me books like this was nothing out of the ordinary .

→There was a practicality to them that I could almost rationalize. But battle spells ?Something told me I might have a little trouble with those.