kitrea: переводы

→I sat in one of the little white chairs. My knees thwacked into the edge of the table, causing Jenna to snort with laughter.

→"Why would he do that?" I asked.

→I looked back at Taylor, who was still panting, her eyes squeezed shut. After a moment, she shuddered, and when she opened her eyes, they were brown again. Then she looked up and saw me standing there.

→The two of them rose. They glided past me and down the stairs.

→Startled, I turned around. The three most beautiful girls I'd ever seen in my life were standing behind me.

→"Sophia?"

→Taylor shrugged and picked up the remote she'd thrown at Nausicaa. "If you say so," she murmured, turning the TV back on.

→"She's not so bad," I said automatically.

→Her eyes widened. "Dude. The vamp?" She chuckled. "Forget it. I'll take a bitchy faerie over that any day."

→"You?" I ventured.

→Still, I kept my voice kind of quiet. "Love spell gone wrong."

→I glanced around. No one was paying attention to us.

→"So what did you do to get in here?"

→"Cool." She knelt on the couch the faeries had vacated, folding her arms on the back and looking at me with those dark eyes.

→"Sophie. Witch."

→When I nodded, she said, "I'm Taylor. Shifter, obviously."

→"This your first day too?" she asked.

→"Right," I said. Like I'd ever seen a faerie before today.

→"Faeries," she said with a nervous laugh.

→There wasn't much happening on my floor; just the usual chaos that occurs when you throw roughly fifty girls together. There were four hallways on the third floor, two to the left of the staircase, two to the right. The landing was huge, so it had been converted into a lounge. There were two couches and several chairs, but none of the furniture matched, and it all looked a little worse for wear. Since all the seats were taken, I hovered near the staircase.