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Simon
Two more days. I can leave to go back to Watford in two days. Care has really been terrible this summer. The mage says I can’t think about Watford or magic during summer, but it is the only thing that truly keeps me alive. When I am in bed at night, hungry because I haven’t eaten a proper meal in three days, all I think about is being in my room with Baz.
Baz. I bet the twat doesn’t even give me a single thought all summer. I know he must sleep like a baby knowing I am in care and out of his sight.
Baz
Only a few more days until it is time to go back to Watford. For the past two summers, all I do is think about Simon. The prat has really plagued me. I want nothing more than to go to Watford in two days, but he would think I am plotting something since I always arrive the day before classes start.
I glance over at my clock and it is 4:30 am. I have really done it again. I stayed up all night thinking about those blue eyes and bronze curls.
Simon
“Penny!” I shout a little too loud, because now everyone is looking at me. Penny is here, warm food is here, and I am so glad to be here.
“Simon, I have some American snacks for you. I asked Micah to send me some since he always mails me a summer gift.” What would I ever do without Penny? “Thanks, I love you. And Micah, too.” This makes Penny laugh. She always makes sure I am taken care of.
Penny
Crowley, Simon looks rough. He must have had a really bad time in care this summer. His giant smile warms me as he thanks me for the American snacks I had Micah send in my summer care package. This year is going to be a great one.
“So, Pen, have you happened to see Baz around?” Well, here I thought it was going to be a good year. “Simon, you know that he doesn’t get here until the day before classes. Please, can we just have one day without mentions of Baz. He’s not even here to be plotting against you.”
Simon just nods, but I can see out of the corner of my eyes that he is still looking in the seat Baz sits in.
After a few minutes, I decide to see if he’s ready to talk again. “Agatha is going to be here this evening.” Simon looks at me as if he doesn’t even know who she is. “That’s good, I will try to talk to her tonight then,” is all he had to say. I really have a feeling he and Agatha do not even want this relationship.
Simon
Penny told me I should go get some rest after we finished lunch. She needs time to unpack her suitcase and all. I put away my three changes of clothes then lay down to rest.
Weird. I am here at Watford, but I am still having a hard time falling asleep. I look over at Baz’s bed and wonder if he will decide to come to Watford sooner. I lay in bed for about an hour then decide it is wasting time to try to sleep. Maybe Agatha has made it back. I think I will go look and see if I can find her.
“Hey, Agatha,” I say as I approach her walking towards where her room is. She looks surprised to see me, but she gives me a soft smile. I kiss her, and it feels how it always feels. “Good timing. I just walked out of my room to come and see if you were here yet.” She keeps giving me a soft smile. Like she feels sorry for me. I mean, I know I look like shit right now, but she knows I go in care every summer. She finally says, “Hi Simon, I hope your summer was well.” My summers are never well, and she knows that. I tell her that I will see her at dinner so she can go unpack her things.
Sometimes I feel like Agatha is with me because she thinks it is the right thing to do.
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At dinner I eat as much roast beef as I possibly can. Penny and Agatha are talking the whole time about what they did over the summer. As I chew my food, I stare at Baz’s seat. It’s just a habit I guess.
Baz
I decided to go back to Watford a day earlier than I usually do. Mainly to get away from father. Now that I am getting older, he constantly is telling me what I will be doing for the Old Families after Watford. That means talking about killing Simon. Which I could never do.
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I decided I would just go ahead and skip dinner. It is not as if I would eat anything anyway. I can just catch up with Dev and Niall tomorrow. They weren’t expecting me today, so I can take my time and unpack all of my belongings.
Simon walks in the door carelessly, but when he sees me he freezes. “Why are you here?” What was I expecting? Of course Simon isn’t as happy to see me as I am him. I have missed those eyes and curls and moles and the smell of his magic… Okay, I love everything about him. He’s still standing there gaping at me like I have committed ten crimes. I finally say, “What, Snow? Did this all of the sudden become your room only?” His eyes get bigger, “N-No, I mean…. You just never get here this early is all.” I just sneer at him, and he heads into the bathroom. Merlin, I am so in love with him. I wish I could have just ran to him, took his hair into my hands and kissed him until he only knew my name.
I don’t need to go to the catacombs tonight, but Crowley, if I stay in the room with Simon any longer I am going to kiss him.
Simon
Of course, I lay in bed awake until Baz gets back. I know he’s went to the catacombs. I know he’s a vampire. He hasn’t hurt anyone other than animals, so I think I don’t really mind anymore.
When I wake up in the morning, I realise that I slept the best I have slept in months. I can’t help but think that is because Baz was here with me. I just ignore that thought and put it in my list of things I definitely refuse to think about.
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All day Agatha is acting really strange. She has barely said a word to me in our first two classes. In our third class, Magical Biology, I am bummed because Agatha is being weird so I am looking all solemn-like out of the window. “SIMON SNOW,” I apparently finally hear after too long, because the whole class is looking at me. “Yes, Professor?” I say warmly, since maybe just maybe I can sweet talk my way out of the situation. “Would you please go take a seat next to your lab partner?” I take a look around and the only table with a seat open is beside Baz. BAZ. Who has a sneer on his face like he might rip my throat out. I hesitate and look back at the professor. “Yes, Simon, please go sit at the table with Basilton. He will be your lab partner for the rest of this class.” I slowly go take my seat next to Baz. During class, everyone is taking notes, and I can’t help but notice that Baz has the most perfect handwriting. And, his fingers are so long and thin. He suddenly stops writing mid-word, so I look up at him. He is staring back at me with his eyebrow raised.
Baz
Simon is staring at my paper while I am taking notes. I stop to see if he is paying attention or just out of it again. He looks up at me, and I have my eyebrow raised. His cheeks turn bright red and turns away quickly. Did I just make Simon blush? Aleister Crowley, I want to make him blush every second of the day. I look over at him and really look at him for the first time since we have been back at Watford. He must have had a terrible summer, because his clothes are hanging off of him and his cheek bones are more prominent than usual. I wish I could take him home with me every summer. He looks over his shoulder at me and we both look away quickly. Merlin, what is going on?