[Cover is mine. I didn't know what to add as he cover so I just doodled Baz and took a picture.]
Baz
Something was very wrong.
Watford had never been warm exactly. It had its cold months, but it had never been this cold.
Never had solid icicles hung like spears down from the tops of buildings and towers, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting student to step below.
Never had cold winds managed to slide their ways through the cracks in the doors and windows to chill classrooms.
Never did snowdrifts that blocked passageways have to be shoveled in order to free students trapped behind.
And never had there been such bone chilling cold.
The only person who seemed unaffected was Snow.
"I don't really like the wetness," Baz heard Snow say to Bunce once. "But the cold is nice. I don't get why everyone's complaining."
"You're always too hot, Simon," Bunce complained. "It's not the same for everyone else."
True, Baz thought, though not in the way Bunce meant.
The worst were the nights when Baz had to go feed. He was shivering so badly he could barely keep hold of the dead rats in his hands.
He inevitably got blood on his clothes and had to deftly hide the spots from Snow. When he walked into the Mummer's house he felt absolutely drained: of heat, of energy, of patience.
He was ready to collapse on his bed, curl into the fortress of blankets he'd been collecting, (watch Snow sleep for awhile) and go to bed.
There was just one problem: it was still freezing.
Baz stood at the entrance to their room, searching around like he could actually see the missing heat.
"What in Merlin's hat," he hissed aloud (which was unlike him) (usually he was quiet when he returned late at night).
Snow opened his eyes and turned, glaring.
"Why's it so cold in here?" Baz demanded, slurring it through half frozen lips.
"Something is wrong with the furnace, I think," Snow groaned and rolled over.
"If you messed with it, Snow, I swear--"
"I didn't do anything," Snow snapped. "Relax, it's not that bad. Furnaces go out all the time when its this cold."
Baz sneered at him, but turned, slamming the door to the bathroom.
Baz felt like he had just been betrayed by his own room.
Didn't the Mummer's House know that he was always cold? Didn't it know how much worse this was for him than anyone else?
Baz was surprised Snow hadn't noticed yet... How long it took Baz to stop shivering between classes, how he practically had to sprint across the green to keep from freezing up in the center.
He was pretty sure most vampires had to be holed up somewhere warm at this point because he could barely bear it.
(Then again Snow couldn't tell a sonnet from a haiku and probably wasn't even close to connecting the dots there.)
