➵ Snowbaz Oneshots

Nightmares and Magic

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Simon
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I always have to open the window before I go to sleep. If I don't, it gets too hot under my blankets and I end up waking up drenched in my own sweat.

Sometimes, that happens even when the window is open. When I have nightmares, and go off in my sleep, I can get so hot that my bed sheets scorch to a crisp.

This is my eighth year at Watford School of Magicks. I've only been here for two days. Classes haven't started up yet, they start in another two days. The Mage gives us time to settle in before we begin our routine. Penny is here, too. We've had a lot of catching up to do, especially since we haven't talked all summer.

The last big event that happened between Penny and I... was when the Humdrum kidnapped us.

I remember that night so well, but not only because of the Humdrum, but because I saw Agatha, my girlfriend, holding hands with my sworn enemy (and, ironically, my roommate) Basilton (Baz) Pitch. They looked so romantically connected, I wanted to scream.

But, that night, when I saw them there in the wood, I realized that I wasn't jealous of Agatha. I was jealous of Baz. I was mad at Baz for holding Agatha's hand, but I wasn't mad at Agatha for holding Baz's hand.

What I'm trying to say is, I want Baz to myself. But Agatha... I could care less who holds her hand.

I haven't talked to her since, and I don't want to. Shockingly, I don't miss her one bit. I thought she was my future, but now... well, all I can say for sure is that Agatha of all people will not be my future. I just don't feel the same about her as I used to.

The light from outside is growing dimmer and dimmer. I consider taking a shower, and just as I'm about to get off of my bed and do so, someone barges in the room. For a moment, I think it's Penny, but my eyes are met with someone else.

Baz.

"Oh," I say, not really meaning to. It sounds like a breath.

"Snow," he greets me, giving a little nod. I can smell him from across the room, mint and cedar and burning coals.

"Baz," I say, minus the nod. I sit up and stare at him as he walks to his bed. He's wearing a tight fitting black suit, and his wand is in his hand. He sets the bag that was on his shoulders down on the ground, then sits on his bed, his back to me.

I know that he's a vampire, yet he doesn't know that I know. I've known since our 5th year.

I clear my throat, just to hear something other than silence. "I'm going to take a shower," I mumble before standing and walking into the bathroom.

Baz
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I almost forgot how gorgeous Simon Snow is.

I have to force myself to turn away from him just to keep from staring at his piercings blue eyes, his fluffy golden curls.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says so quietly, that if I didn't have intensified hearing, I wouldn't have heard him say it.