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Days turned into weeks, and Gurzhik settled into the rhythmic pace of the school, akin to the steady ticking of a second-hand clock. The initial skepticism and irritation that the young man harbored towards his peers gradually faded away as he delved deeper into the study of magic.

One clear winter day, Gurzhik, as usual, comfortably spent his time in the school library, immersed in a complex book on manipulating the elements of chaos. After finishing the first volume of the book, he set out in search of the second. Noticing that the required tome was inconveniently placed on the top shelf, he grumbled discontentedly:

"Of course... It seems luck is not on my side today..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted him:

"Hey, Gurzhik! What are you looking for there?"

"The second volume of the book on manipulating the elements of chaos," Gurzhik replied in a half-whisper, turning towards Artemon.

Without hesitation, Artemon said:

"Mind if I help?"

To which Gurzhik only sighed deeply, without uttering a word.

Artemon effortlessly reached the needed book and handed it to Gurzhik.

"Thanks," reluctantly muttered the young man with the scarf.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Artemon asked.

"Go ahead," Gurzhik replied.

Artemon settled in more comfortably, and as Gurzhik began studying the book, he couldn't help but admire Artemon's kindness. As they engaged in discussions about complex magical topics, the young man with the scarf discovered that beneath Artemon's perceived annoyance lay a genuine passion for the art of magic and an impressive depth of knowledge.

"So, Artemon, what made you study magic?" Gurzhik asked curiously.

Adjusting his glasses, Artemon smiled as he replied:

"Well, I've always been inspired by the idea of changing the world with just a wand wave. It's like the fabric of time in the hands of a fate artist."

Gurzhik nodded, understanding that they had much in common, something he couldn't have anticipated initially.

"I think everyone here has their own reasons for studying magic. What about yours?"

"Oh, I dabble in a bit of everything, but illusion magic is my favorite. There's something enchanting about it that makes me spend all my free time studying it," Artemon answered with a smirk.

"Got it," Gurzhik mumbled.

As their conversation unfolded, Gurzhik noticed that he appreciated Artemon's dedication to his dreams. The irritation he initially felt transformed into mutual understanding, as he realized that he, too, was a dreamer at heart.

"Well, perhaps you're not as simple as you seem," noted the young man with a hint of a smile.

Artemon grinned, saying:

"Mutual! You're not as gloomy as they say... But, after all, magic itself is the revelation of hidden layers where our souls find their embodiment. Isn't it?"

"Yeah, there's something to that," Gurzhik replied with a smirk.

And so, their cozy conversation continued, weaving threads of friendship through shared interests.

In the following weeks, Gurzhik and Artemon began collaborating on magical projects, sharing knowledge, and even practicing spells together. Their friendship grew stronger with each passing day... They discovered that they complemented each other like notes in a harmonious melody.