Ruslan turned the sheet of paper that contained the copied spells around and tried to decipher the fascinating writing system by himself. It looked beautiful but stranger, more alien and unreadable. Yet they also had an air of mocking familiarity, and he felt he would be able to read them if he only looked at them the right way.
"Latin?" he asked, looking up at the sorceress with unconcealed admiration. Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found.
"Why Latin?" said Vasilisa.
"Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said.
"Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked.
"He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled.
"Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"Because he's probably in another
