Carry On SnowBaz

Christmas (6)

Baz

"You upset him so much that he wanted to leave!"

"Because we can't just watch how he ruins our whole reputation, Daphne! The old families already rumour about them. A Pitch and the Mage's heir Simon Snow? That's nothing but unacceptable!"

"You never gave him a chance. The boy is obviously important to Basil. So, you should at least try to accept him. And he isn't even the Mage's heir anymore."

"He isn't a mage at all anymore. He's a Normal. And a boy. There's nothing more I have to know!"

"What are they saying?" Simon asks me.

"Well, they just talk about the biggest disappointment of the Pitches." I look at my hands. He doesn't have to know what my father says about him. He endured enough insulting today.

"Hey," Simon whispers and his fingers touch my elbow. His eyes search for my gaze.

"Mum! Dad!" Mordelia runs down the corridor next to us. Simon fingers slide down my arm and I turn away from him to glance inside the corridor. I see Mordelia bursting through the door inside the library. Her face is full of tears. I have to admit that I feel at least a bit guilty.

"What happened?" Daphne asks and steps in the doorway. My father is right behind her. Quickly, I jerk back behind the wall because I don't want them to see me.

"I...I accidentally...broke something."

"That's no reason to cry," Daphne says calmly. "Show me what it is. I will repair it."

"No, you both have to come!" Mordelia's voice sounds desperate. I peek around the corner again. Her eyes meet mine, just for a second. My parents are so focused on her that they don't recognize me. I hold up my phone with Bunce's number. She swallows, then she grabs for Daphne's and Father's hand and pulls them out of the room. Good job, dear sister.

As soon as the three of them step out of the library and face the door with their back, I pull out my wand and speak Come to me and my violin and the bow fly from its place over the doorway, through the corridor, into my hands. I turn to Simon and raise the violin.

"Mission accomplished," I say smiling. "Let's get back!" We skulk back through the corridor we came from so we don't meet the others. Only a few moments before we would've got out of the dangerous zone, my mobile starts ringing. I stop abruptly and Snow crashes into me. I drop the violin which shatters to the ground – with a very loud bang. We both freeze. Snow stares at me with wide opened eyes. I hear the voice of my stepmother in a small distance shouting my name. Fuck!

"I'm so sor –," Simon starts but I grab him by his sleeve. With the other hand I grasp for the broken instrument and then we run. We run up the stairs while I try to turn off my damn phone. Bunce is trying to call me. Of course. She probably wonders why I called her before. Both, Father and Daphne are shouting through the house now. My father in a tantrum and my stepmother trying to calm him down. Perhaps Mordelia told them that we were there. And what I said to her.

We chase through the corridors and slide around corners. I almost fall once because the floor is so slippery without shoes. (Snow does fall. Two times.) As we finally reach our door, I push against it and we both crash inside the room.

"Crowley," I burst out while I fall to the ground and gasp – laying on my back – for air. The violin still in my arms. Snow leans against the door and slips down on it to the ground. His face is completely flushed.

"This was," he starts, panting and with his finger pointing at me, "one of the most stupid things," he takes a deep breath, "I've ever done!"

"No," I say and shake my head, still laying on the floor. "It definitely wasn't." Then we both burst out into heavy laughter. Maybe it's because everything occurs to be extra funny when you're lying on the ground but we can barely stop. I need at least three minutes to calm myself down and even then Simon can't breathe steadily. I sit up and lay the violin and its bow on my lap. Then I clear my throat and speak As you were with my wand pointing at it. The broken neck repairs itself and also the buckled bow gets back into its right form.

"Don't you think that your father will follow us? That he comes to your room to scream at us?" Simon asks with his head resting against the door.

"No." I shake my head again. I feel totally blushed from all the laughing. "I don't think he will follow his nineteen-year-old son and his boyfriend inside his room. Even my father has this much decency."

Simon breathes in relief. "So, who the hell called you?"

"Bunce," I answer. "I'll pay her back. If she hadn't called, this all could've been so easy."

"Without her, we wouldn't even got this far." He gets up to his feet and falls down on the sofa. "She will hate you if she finds out that you use her to frighten your eight-year-old sister."

"Come on, this was fun," I say and strike with my fingers along the strings of my violin.

"This was mean. You made her cry!"

"Sorry, have you met me?"

Simon just grumbles something and searches for a comfortable position on the sofa. "Go on then. I want to hear you play. After all, this was the reason for all this..." He waves his hand around as if he's unable to come up with a suitable word.

I get up to my feet and smooth my shirt. Then I place the chinrest of the violin on its place and with the other hand, I take the bow. I glance at Simon and let them both drop again.

"What?" he asks confused. He leans against the armrest, sitting on his knees. His eyes are full of expectation.

"I can't play if you look at me like this," I say and tap with the bow against my leg.

"Like what?" He tries to look neutral. Doesn't work.

"Like I'm going to do the most spectacular thing in the world. I will not transform into a bat or something. It's just violin."

"Should I look away?" he asks frowning. "Or go into the bathroom and press my ear against the door so I can hear you? Would you feel better then?"

"Crowley, Snow. Stop talking like me."

This makes him grin. "Just play," he says shrugging. "And I swear I won't expect that you will turn into a bat. Though, this would be incredibly cool."

"Shut up, Snow," I mumble and raise the violin to my chin again. I decide to play one of my best pieces. It's a classic and slow one. He still looks at me with these huge eyes but I try to ignore him. I usually don't like to play in front of people. And I don't know why but I get nervous even now when I just have to play in front of him.

I swallow. Then I start playing.