Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

you got me tripping

He also says I tried to throw him down a flight of stairs the next year. Really, we were fighting at the top of the staircase, and I got in a lucky punch that sent him flying. Then, when my aunt Fiona asked me if I'd pushed Simon Snow down a flight of stairs, I said, "Fuck yes I did."
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3rd year Watford

Basil stood at the top of the stairs, with his cronies stood around him, spelling first years and watching as they tried to figure out who had done it. Everything he did was harmless, tying their shoelaces and making them stumble with simple flicks of his wand. Basil always looked bored, bored and annoyed, like living took everything out of him, his face closed off and shut away, like he wanted to keep himself distanced from everything. He smirked as he saw Simon walking towards him to go down the stairs, his sidekick, Bunce, leading him by the wrist. (Baz only felt his heart give the slightest twinge when the sun beamed through and glinted off Simon's hair. God he was beautiful.)

"You got me tripping," Basil whispered, barely tipping his wand and Simon felt the ground go out from underneath him, as he landed precariously on his forearms. Basil's minions laughed at Simon's misfortune as Basil only sneered, and walked forward to speak softly, his voice trailing down so only Simon could hear him. "And this is the one who's meant to save all Mages," he spoke so softly, so threateningly, "Pathetic."

He turned to walk away as Simon regained his footing, pushing himself up into a standing position quickly, a murderous look on his face. Basil could feel Simon's anger bubbling underneath the surface of his skin, desperate to roll out and flatten everything in sight. He almost felt the urge to talk him down, but instead focussed a lazy smirk at him, "Getting a bit flustered, Snow? Are you working up to a bluster?"
Basil and his cronies laughed as Basil began to speak in what was obviously meant to mock Simon, "I-I- I just, oh, just, ugh, j- just," his friends laughed harder as Simon blushed profusely, his face twisting in anger, "No one blusters like you, Snow. You're lucky the Humdrum doesn't want to argue his way to victory, because then we'd all really be doomed." Basil looked Simon up and down, his eyes lazily roving over him in obvious disdain, "Well... more, doomed."

That pushed Simon to the edge as he felt his anger rise to boiling point and he took off, his feet barely touching the floor as he charged Basil, Penelope's voice calling out behind him, "Simon, no!"

Simon didn't use his wand, he rarely did, nor did he need to when his anger was already living under his flesh, pumping through his blood, heating it as it went, and Basil smiled in satisfaction as the other boy stormed over to him, pushing Basil in the shoulders, back to his friends waiting arms. They quickly righted Basil and he didn't waste a second before throwing a punch, landing it smack onto the right side of Simon's jaw and sending him sprawling down the steps.

Baz watched Simon fall, time slowing as he hurled through the air and landed roughly on the stairs. Baz's face dropped quickly, regret coursing through him as he saw Simon lying on the stairs, not moving. As Baz's friends snickered, Baz stared in abject horror as Penelope hurried to crouch beside her friend, helping the conscious Simon to a standing position, and Basil worked to plant a smirk back on his face.

"Like I said," he spoke loudly, watching Simon as he looked up at him, his figure standing tall at the top of the stairs, "Pathetic."

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Baz knew something was off with his family as soon as he walked through his front door. Firstly, it was silent. No loud voices or music, no baby squabbling, no monotone murmur of his fathers voice or his stepmothers voice reacting. But he could smell his aunt Fiona was there (which added to the weirdness, Baz couldn't hear her either.)

"Hello?" Baz's voice rang out into the silence, his voice echoing back to him.

"Basil! Come in here!" Fiona's voice came from the kitchen and Baz's eyes narrowed, why was the house so silent if his boisterous aunt was there? Something was off.

Baz walked through to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowing further when he saw it was empty besides his aunt, "Where is everyone?"

"I sent them away because you and I, are celebrating," Fiona pushed a full champagne glass across the counter towards him, "I hear you pushed Simon Snow down the stairs today!"

"It's a school night," Baz said, pushing the glass back and then he shook his head, "How did you hear that? It happened today?"

"So you did push him down the stairs?" Fiona laughed loudly, her head thrown back.

Baz swallowed harshly, the guilt crawling up his throat as he replayed Simon's sprawling body flying down the stairs. He swallowed it all and looked his aunt dead in the eye, "Fuck yes I did."
Baz turned to leave the room, turning slightly back to look over his shoulder at Fiona, "And I'm not drinking that, it tastes like shit," He dropped one eyelid in a heavy wink and smirked at his aunt, walking out of the room to her rambunctious laughter.

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Look I don't really know but this is nice, right? I think I'm gonna write a fluffy chapter next, it's what I feel like writing - but I do like writing mean (but secretly so in love) Baz hahahaha
Anyway thank you for reading! Comment anything you wanna see in later chapters and vote if you liked it! And just yeahhhh thank youuuu