Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

spells and unresolved feelings

'Crowley Snow,' Baz sneered, "you couldn't look more pathetic if you tried."

'You couldn't be more of an asshat Basil,' Simon said, spitting out the water that was pouring down his face and soaking his clothes in rivulets. He shivered. 'Could you just help me?'

'Remind me again how you got yourself into this situation,' Baz said, raking his own dry hair away from his face. "Just so I can laugh one more time."

'Fuck off Baz,' Simon spat. 'You cast a fucking water spell on me, that's how I bloody well got into this situation.'

Baz laughed. 'Well I mean, the real Mage's Heir,' his voice dripped with sarcasm on those two words, 'could get themselves out of this situation.'

'You're a prick.' Simon shivered.

'No, come on Snow, surely you know at least one spell that could reverse this?' He gestured to the other boy, at the water that still flooded from above him, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. 'A first year could stop this spell.'

Simon growled, fixing his steely eyes through his blonde hair pasted to his forehead and dripping down his eyes. He stepped forward, pushing his chest into Baz, power radiating off his skin. 'Fix it, now.'

Baz almost stepped back but stopped himself. Felt Simon's magic like a black hole, dryly sucking his own power from him. He pushed Simon back by his shoulders and Simon caught his wrists forcefully, pulling him slightly closer.

'Now, Baz.'

Baz's mouth—suddenly dry—curled up into a sneer and he mumbled an incantation under his breath. Simon felt all the water welling up in, and around, him disappear.

'Thank you,' Simon said and swallowed. Baz's gaze dropped to watch his throat work, and then wrenched his wrists out of Snow's warm hands.

'Fuck off,' Baz spat and pushed past Snow, stalking out of their room, rubbing his wrists as he went.