Snow Falling

1: You could've just used the damn door, Snow

Baz

I was reading a book, an average thing to do on a Wednesday morning, right? I was studying for the exams the next day.

When something alighted in front of me. My eyes flashed upward, narrowing, as I saw my roommate materialize out of thin air. He had messy blonde hair and was dressed in an old rugby uniform.

I slammed my book closed and got up from my chair, which had been really comfortable until now, and was about ready to curse him to oblivion.

This idiot's name, who had just interrupted my very peaceful book-reading session, was Simon Snow.

And I just about hated him at that moment.

"You!" I said, not having a powerful enough word to throw at him. He touched his hair sheepishly, and that's when I saw his injury; a harmless looking scrape. I pursed my lips, shutting up.

"Sorry, Grimm-Pitch." He mumbled, actually looking sorry. I narrowed my eyes, trying to detect foul play.

Finding none, I walked over to him and grabbed his wrist, beginning to drag him out of the Tower. His eyes widened.

"Er, what the hell!" He muttered, staring at my dark hair. It jutted out in the back like wayward feathers, always.

"You could've used the door, Snow." I said. "You can't teleport, especially not injured!"

"I-" He began.

"Didn't think?" I spat. "You never do."

I didn't turn around, but I could feel his usual warmth, which was always like a furnace, rise even more. You would think I'd be uncomfortable by the heat all the time, but I rarely touched him.

This was a radical thing I was doing, pulling up behind me like he was my sled.

"A-Are you taking me to my father?" He asked after a moment. I snorted.

"The Mage? Merlin, no. He wouldn't know what to do with you." I replied. "I'd suggest locking you in the deepest dungeons, but no one would listen to me."

"Oh... Well, er, are you taking me to Penelope?" He added. I snorted again.

"Not Bunce, either." I told him. "Do me a favor: Shut the hell up and just let me led you where I'm leading you."

He swallowed; I could hear the noise behind me. I could also hear his heart pounding against his Adam's apple. It was a delightful sound, as I could hear the blood pumping in his veins...

I need to focus.

He didn't say anything, but I needed to distraction. I tried to hum, to do anything to cover the noise of his blood.

I finally reached the Health Matron's office, and I let go of his wrist. He rubbed it morosely, and I then realized that I had accidentally gripped it too tightly. But I didn't feel like apologizing, not to him.

"Go." I said, gesturing to the double doors in front of us. The glass panes in the wood revealed the upper part of the inside of the room. He pursed his lips.

"But what if I don't want to?" He asked. I scoffed.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, Snow." I replied. "But it's your fucking funeral."

"Hey, you don't have to be so mean to me!" He said, sounding outraged.

"And you don't have to be such a damn eejit." I responded, rolling my eyes slightly. "We all can't get what we want in life."

"Yeah, well, you're from a prestigious family-" He started.

"You leave my family out of this." I said through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to help you."

"By calling me names?" He replied. I was struck dumb.

Well, he had me there.

"I'm sorry." I said, trying not to grind my teeth together. "Go in."

"Say 'Please' first, and maybe." He said, his nose up like a snot-nosed brat who knew he was going to win.

I ground my teeth together anyway.

"Please." I muttered.

"Good." He opened the door and walked in. I thought about following him, but changed my mind. If I walked in there, I would attack him and brutally bite him.

I felt like that would not look good on my record, nor would it help my case. No one knew I was a vampire except for close family. And them finding out had... been an accident, you could say.

You can't hide deer carcasses as well as you could hide, let's say, money or packs of cigarettes.

I took a deep breath and decided to just go back to the dorm room. Snow would come back eventually.