Left Behind (Snowbaz fic)

Chapter: 10

                                     SIMON
   I walked alone down the long cobble walkway leading out of Watford. I figured I wouldn't tell Penny I was leaving. She was better off staying out of trouble with her mother. When I finally reached the end of the walkway my feet hurt and my head ached. My hand subconsciously slipped into my pocket for my wand, all I felt was Baz's tattered handkerchief, I had to remind myself that my wand wasn't there and I couldn't simply use magic to summon a cab. Baz was right. I'm useless without magic. I just then realized that my phone was absent inside my pocket as well. I could almost hear Baz's voice echo in the back of my head telling me: "Now you're just useless in general."
   I looked behind me and saw the iron gates glinting in the distance. No one was around to see me. I pulled off my shirt, dropping it on the ground, and felt my wings materialize on my back. It felt like someone just threw a backpack full of books on my shoulders. I had to regain my balance every time. I stretched them as far as they would go, hitting the low hanging tree branches a few feet away from me.
   I haven't tried to fly since the night the Humdrum was defeated. I remember the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and how terrified I was. But then I remembered the light and free feeling that eventually replaced the fear. I wanted to feel that again.
   Before I knew it my feet no longer touched the ground and I was in the air. It was like my wings were on autopilot. They knew where they wanted to go and I didn't even have to tell them.
PENELOPE
"Simon?" I knocked on the infirmary door balancing a plate of sour cherry scones, Simon's favorite, in one hand. There was no answer. I swung open the door quietly and saw the empty bed. I nearly dropped the plate where I stood. He was gone. I didn't think we would go so soon or without me for that matter.
"Left without you eh?" I turned around to see professor Tawny standing in the doorway. Her hair turned the same shade as the cherries in the scones when she saw them. She plucked one from the plate and took a bite.
"These were always my favorite!" She said as she chewed the mouthful of scone.
"You know I was a little disappointed when neither of you came to me for help when your friend went missing. I was worried you might leave with nothing to go on." She said.
"Do you know where Baz is?" I asked. Maybe this wasn't going to be so hard after all. If somehow the professor knew where Amara took Baz then we could bring him and the other boy home.
"No," The professor replied. I felt my heart plummet in my chest. "But I do know a way you can fix this. But it's going to be difficult. Very difficult and dangerous."
"What do we have to do?" I asked.
"Now, you have to understand that this is bigger than just finding your friend. I've known the girl who took him for many years and I know that she's stolen something."
"What did she steal?" I asked.
"She stole a very old, very dangerous piece of magic. The darkest magic you can think of all rolled up into a convenient little ball." She made a circle with both hands, about the size of my palm, and held it up to her face. "No one knows what she's capable of with that much power so that's why we need it back. But you're going to need to match the amount of power that she has."
"But how? My magic isn't equivalent to power like that and Simon doesn't even have any."
"There is other magic, different than hers, hidden away where no one can find it. But it will give you the power you need to take back what has been stolen."
"Professor? How do you know all this? How do you even know about the other magic?"
She game me a broad smile and crossed her arms over her chest. "Because I've hidden it."
SIMON
I hit the ground hard. My wings gave out long before I was ready to let them. I was still a good distance in the air when I couldn't open or close my wings anymore and I fell to the ground. Luckily I was only a few feet from Baz's flat.
I forced myself onto my shaky feet and stumbled to the door. I fished the spare key Baz hid inside the potted plant outside the door. It took me a few tries to get the key in the lock and turn it but the door finally swung open and I nearly fell onto the floor.
I got as far as the couch, my wings dragging on the floor behind me, before I collapsed onto the floor. Not even making it on the couch.
That was the first time all day that I didn't think about Baz. All my focus was taken up by my exhaustion. All I cared about was how comfy the floor felt and how soft the carpet was.
I didn't actually fall asleep but I wasn't entirely awake. It was like my body was in one place but my brain was in another. I couldn't move my body even if I wanted to.
When I felt like I was able to move again I stood up and walked around Baz's flat. I didn't really know why I was there it's not like I'm going to find some major clue to where he is. But I just wanted it to feel like he was there. I wanted to touch everything he's touched and feel the same as he feels when he sees something. Just to give me the false sense of hope that everything was going to be okay.
I walked into his bedroom and took everything in. The room was perfectly clean and looked like it came strait out of a magazine. Everything in the room was white. A huge difference from the black dungeon like decor of his family's mansion. I pulled one of his t-shirts from a drawer and slipped it on. It wasn't enchanted, like all my clothes were, so my wings bulged awkwardly from my back. The shirt smelled like his cologne so I took in a deep breath. I could picture him standing right in front of me smiling and making comments about me wearing his clothes.
I sat on the bed and pulled out Baz's handkerchief from my pants pocket. I fiddled with it in my hand until I felt the fabric begin to constrict from under my fingers. Then before my eyes I watched tiny green pieces of string magically weave into the fabric. I watched for a while as the string created the letter "S" the string kept going until my name was sewn into the handkerchief. I recognized Baz's handwriting instantly. I knew for a fact it was him. He found a way to let me know he was okay.
I watched as the letters slowly faded away and new stitches took its place.
"Carry on, Snow. Without me."