What We Are (Snowbaz)

Penelope

I hear screaming. I'm feel a small sense of déjà vu as the scream pulls me out of a dreamless sleep. I don't understand how Micah can sleep through Baz and Simon's constant screaming. They're both plagued with nightmares, and I have a feeling it's only gotten worse since I've came here.

When I get to their room, they're both up, and they're both crying. Behind Baz is a burned handprint and for a moment, I wonder if Simon got his magic back. If the Humdrum is back.

Baz reaches out blindly for his wand on the nightstand. When his fingers close around it, he takes Simon's hand in his, palm facing the ceiling. Simon pulls his hand away.

"What the f*** Snow? I'm trying to help you. They're healing spells--"

"I don't want to be healed."

"But that has to hurt a lot. Right?"

"Oh yes it does. It hurts like I thrust my hand into the pit of hell. But you're not gonna heal it."

"Why not Snow? Are you an idiot?"

"Baz..... I want this to be a reminder."

"What the f*** are you taking about Snow?"

"I want this to show you that just because you're hurting yourself that doesn't mean that it doesn't affect others. If you got hurt Baz..... My world would crumble. I can't loose you. I want this to show you that just because it seems like something just affects you, doesn't mean that it could hurt someone else." Baz is silent at that.

"Wow Simon. Who knew you could be so noble?" I say with a chuckle. They both jump and look at me.

"Alister Crowly Penny! You scared me!"

"Not as much as you scared me screaming at one in the morning."

"I--well--um--"

"How about we go into the kitchen and have some tea?" I say, sparing Simon the struggle. They both nod, and we make our way downstairs.

Soon we're all sitting at the kitchen table, stemming mugs of tea in our hands. As Simon and Baz tell their story with grim faces, I realize how much havoc I caused.

"So wait. Simon, your telling me that Baz almost set himself of fire?" I say, incredulously. They say nothing, but Baz looks at the ground.

"Baz.... What's going on? Do you need us to help you? There're therapists we could have you see to control--"

"No Bunce. We're not seeing a therapist."

"But Simon has an amazing--"

"No. We aren't doing that. I can just sleep on the couch out here so I don't hurt Simon."

"But Baz! Just because you may not be hurting me doesn't mean that you couldn't be hurting yourself."

"Simon's right Baz. We can't let you sleep alone. You could make the whole house burn down for all we know."

"But--"

"No 'buts'. You have to be in the room with someone when you go to sleep, and I'm pretty sure the only person willing to watch you sleep is Simon. I'm pretty sure he's been doing it for years before you two became a thing."

"Did not!"

"Then how come I remember you telling me in our fourth year that 'Baz keeps thrashing in his bed, mumbling about fire. I think he's plotting.'?"

"God Penny that was like thirteen years ago! I highly doubt I ever said that."

"Okay then. What about in our sixth year when you told me 'Baz if definitely a vampire. I can see his fangs pop out when he sleeps'?"

"I never said that!"

"How about 'Baz is a really hot vampire when he sleeps'?"

"Never have I ever said that in any of my time at Watford."

"Well you thought about it." Simon says nothing.

"Guys, we're getting off topic," Baz says awkwardly, trying to suppress a grin.

"Look the point is, nothing should change. We just need to look out for each other."

"Yeah I guess you're right Penny." And then it was settled. Nothing changed. But I started to go to the library more frequently and I texted Agatha.
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Hello! This chapter came in a little later than usual but here it is! I'm still a little unsure of how to actually solve this problem, but I'm pretty sure Agatha is gonna have a POV in the next chapter. Please let me know what you think in the comments and I'll be back with you on Friday!

Candy ;-)