Перевод на английский отрывка из книги "Академия оборотней. Тёмный орден"

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За чудесный перевод большое спасибо Елене Райской 

Werewolf Academy. The Dark Order

Chapter 1
Volgran
It's not that I was some kind of mischief, no... but we had a mutual and strong dislike with this person. We could not stand each other!
"Vol, you added... "classmate, at the same time, my best friend Broth fell silent, as I pressed my index finger to my lips and nodded in the opposite direction of the laboratory. All my attention was focused there.
At the moment, I didn't have time for him. I was fixated on the victim of my little prank, who was about to add the missing ingredient to her solution. However, she didn't know that I had replaced it. She looked intently at her lab work, biting her lower lip, and took the "necessary" ingredient.
A predatory grin appeared on my face.
For a second or two, time seemed to drag on slowly as the girl brought the test tube closer to the flask containing her solution. Come on, let's do it!
"Oh..?! " she said in confusion as she watched the bluish haze that appeared when the liquids came into contact. Then, there was a small but quite loud explosion. "Volgran!!! "
A furious scream echoed through the laboratory.
The Potions class is probably ruined, but I'm feeling a sense of satisfaction that I can't describe. She's quick to realize that it's my doing. Although... After all this time of war, who else would she suspect? As the smoke clears, she's about to unleash her fury on me.
"Volgran! I know it was you! "
A girl with disheveled white hair, which now looked more like a gray washcloth, and soot on her face, looked at me with a scorching gaze.
"Aranea, don't blame me for all your failures. My mere existence doesn't justify your mistakes, and I wasn't even near you! I said with a grin." Her pretty face was contorted with hatred. Her fists
clenched.
Well, now it's time to defend myself. Jumping up abruptly, I snatched a chair from under me and held it up as a shield. I did it just in time, as a jar immediately flew at it and shattered into small pieces on the laboratory floor. 

Aranea
"Scoundrel! Scoundrel! " I shouted, unable to stop and looking for the next projectile. A jar, a test tube, a flask with an extract of plantain, an extract of moss with pine needles flew everything that came to hand. Nothing now was not spared. Only the goal to hit him. To make it hurt!
This impudent mocker has crossed all the boundaries of permissible! Not only has he been harassing me for two years in a row, but he's also messed with my lab work! I've been working on it for over two weeks, with several sleepless nights and a ton of textbooks. I've been brewing all the tinctures, making secondary potions, conducting calculations and observations, and I'm almost at the final stage. It's terrifying! This work was supposed to be part of my final grade. Now, what should I do?
I'm going to kill the bastard!!!
Anger clouded my eyes, and I sent more and more things flying at him. He dodged and used magic to deflect the objects that were flying at him. Only a few managed to hit him, and even then, they were mostly grazing him.