Snow Falling

2: It's just a minor injury; no big deal, Basilton

Simon

As I begrudgingly walked into the Health Matron's office, my mind began to race.

Grimm-Pitch had wanted to help me? Basilton Grimm-Pitch?
Most of his family hated me. And he hated me more than his family did. To think he wanted to help me would be more unlikely as him kissing a frog to get a princess.

I snorted at the thought, and the health matron looked up from her notes. She layered the papers carefully back on the clipboard and stood up, revealing her full height to slightly below my nose. She had a crooked smile that reminded me of Grimm-Pitch's, but she had long ginger locks of hair, twisting into two intricate braids. She wore the usual matron dress, very modest and going to her shin with stockings underneath those, pale pink and pearl white respectively, but those couldn't hide the curves she obviously had, and admired.

"Hello," She said, still smiling. "How can I help you?"

I felt confused and dazed. The last time I had seen a beautiful, older woman, was Agatha Wellbelove. And that brought on painful memories of the last time I had seen her.

I had been trying not to think of those.

In answer, I showed her my palm. She sighed; I knew the injury was very minor, almost trivial. It wasn't even bleeding anymore, and it hadn't bled all that much to begin with.

"Sorry, sorry." I said to her. "If you're busy, I can just deal with this at my dorm..."

"No, it's fine." She said that soft, lilting voice that told me she was from Ireland. "I can handle this."

"Of course." I said quietly, and let her patch up my hand. It only had a little Band-Aid on it. It still burned slightly, as it was probably open still. I winced softly.

"Are you in any pain?" She asked.

"Nothing I can't handle; Just the tiniest burning sensation." I admitted quietly. She smiled again, softer, more motherly.

"You run hot, usually, no?"

"Yes, I do." I said.

"Then fire should be alright?" She said. I looked panicked. Fire? The hell was she talking about...?

Oh.

"Yeah, the burn is fine." I told her, waving my hand dismissively. I shouldn't have done the injured hand to do it. I suppressed the wince.

"Okay... You should be alright, then." She said, not even bothering to wait until I leave to go back to her papers; must've been important. "Have a good day."
"Yeah, thank you. You, too." I muttered. I turned on my heel and walked back to the Tower, slowly but surely. It felt like I had been going faster, when I had been with Baz.

Crowley, did I just call him Baz?

I sighed. This was going to be fun, having to deal with Grimm-Pitch, to see him smirk...

But maybe not all that bad.

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"See? What did I tell you?" Baz said smugly, smirking. Like I knew he would.

"Uh, I don't remember you telling me anything, except to shut up." I retorted. His smirk was wiped off his face.
"I was the one who took you there." He said.

"If you mean dragged against my will, then yeah, you did that." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Just say 'thank you' already and be over it, for Crowley's sake." He said. I sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, thank you." I muttered softly.

"What was that?" He said, cupping his hand to his ear. I gritted my teeth.

"You heard me the first time; Don't act like you didn't."

"Ohh. The Chosen One's being a bitch now, eh?" He said, smirking. He loved taunting me; I just knew it.

"Shut up, before I slap that smirk off your face." I said, not thinking it through. I never did.

"Oh, yeah?" He said. "I'd like to see you try."

"Watch it; He was on the Rugby team last year." A female voice said. I practically jumped out of my skin, and so did Baz. He looked paler than usual, too.

"Shit, Penelope, don't scare me like that!" I said, just as he muttered: "Goddammit. Of course it's Bunce."

I glared at him before I turned to look at her. She was at the entrance to the Tower's single dormitory, and she looked very beautiful, in a sisterly way. She was hard to describe, really.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bunce?" The idiot who was now behind me said coldly. I saw her size him up, and clearly decided he wasn't worth her time, because she ignored him and spoke only to me.

"Agy's looking for you." She said, pointing a long-nailed finger at my chest. It was painted a soft lavender.

"Er. Why is Agatha looking for me?" I asked, suddenly curious. She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her Dutch braids out of her way.

"She said she wanted to talk to you about something. Just go look for her, I guess." She said. I sighed. Leave it to Penelope to give me a vague answer.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"By the Magical Wishing Fountain." She said. Grimm-Pitch scoffed behind me, and I turned to face him just in time to see him roll his eyes.

"That shit's a dud, you know. None of my wishes ever came true." He said.

"Oh yeah, and what did you wish for?" I snapped at him. The oddest thing happened.

Baz blushed.

"It's... not important." He almost stuttered out. I raised an eyebrow, and I wasn't the only one spooked out by his reaction; when I turned around, Penelope shot me a confused look.

"Okay...?" I took a breath. "Thanks, Pen. I'll go look for her."

She nodded, and left the dormitory, and I followed her.

Baz

I had the urge to call him back, to force him to pay attention to me. But Snow wouldn't listen. He rarely ever did, so why should he start now?
I sighed, sad and all alone. It was hard trying to talk to him, because all my words came out wrong. When I tried to show my concern for him, it came out as anger. When I tried to seem happy, it looked irritated.

And when I tried to show my love for him, it came out as intense hatred.

God, I would never get this right, would I?
I'd just have to wait this out.