(Being the completely irrational diva he is)

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CHAPTER DOS LOVELIES! :*!

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Simon Snow blinked, wondering what exactly had just transpired. One minute Baz was his usual annoying, mysterious self, and the next he was freaking out, and yelling at one of his cronies...what was his name...jake?

Then he caught Simon's gaze.

This is where things got a little hazy. Something had passed between them, and then Baz (being the completely irrational diva he is) stormed out of the hall acting totally overdramatic! Cloak swish, cheeckbones, doorslam, and all. That's not the weirdest part, oh no! Something in Simon had wanted to chase after Baz.

Baz.

Tyrranus Basilton Pitch.

Simon's sworn enemy since the second he entered his room at Watford school of Magick for Mages.

The evil grey-eyed magician who's life goal was to ruin Simon's.

The weasley jerk who had stolen Simon's girlfriend to spite him.

Surely not that Baz!? Yep. The exact same.

He must have wanted to chase after Baz... to stop whatever heinous crime he would commit next.

"Who snapped his wand in half!?" Penelope Bunce, Simon's best friend, huffed crossing her arms. She shook her head disapprovingly, swinging her dirty blond ponytail, and readjusting her cat-eye glasses.

Simon shrugged, and continued to finish the rest of his meal in a hurry. He had to push away thoughts of his moody roommate and his startlingly grey eyes. He needed to get to dueling club to get some practice time in early, and mostly get his mind off Baz

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