Simon
I pick up a random book off a sheet right in front of me. I glance at the title briefly, not really catching the name. I open it up to a random page and stare at the words until my vision goes blurry in thought. I slowly turn my head, and steal a quick glance at Baz. Once my head is turned back towards the book I process what he was doing. He was... Starting at me. Just staring. Not glaring or sneering. Just... Looking. Thinking. I find myself blushing, but I can't figure out why.
"Snow, c'mere," Baz says startling me out of my trance. I look over at him doe-eyed. He rolls his eyes and says, "I found something, Snow. Grow up." I flush again, pushing the book back in a random spot on the shelf behind me. I can see Baz physically cringe. I smirk and walk over. He hold out an old book with dust coating each page. He points at a passage and hands me the book.
"Magic repellent injuries," I read aloud. When I glance at Baz, he is starting at the ground sadly. What in this would make Baz sad? I go back to the book drag my finger down the page to find, "Goblin Bites. When a goblin bites a normal (person without magic), magic has no effect on the injury..." I pause, lowering the book and look at nowhere. "But... I'm a magician. I'm not... A normal..."
"Think about it," Baz says quietly, fidgeting with the belt loop in his jeans. "Aren't you always talking about how your magic feels... Borrowed?"
I do think about it. And... Baz is right. It always feels like I'm taking the magic from a greater power, not like I'm using magic that's already in me.
The realisation Dawn's on me, crushing my soul like it's been hit with ten kilo's of bricks.
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FanfictionSimon gets hurt trying to fight off a goblin, and Penny's healing spells aren't working. She ends up bringing him to the one place he doesn't want help from. Baz's House, Hampshire. Baz is beside himself with worry, but he doesn't show it, and Simo...
