Keep Calm Simon

Like His Soul.

Simon's shoulders slumped forward a little, and bead of sweat trickled down his face before sliding off his tan and chiseled jaw line.

"Haa...Nice work...haa...Snow! One of our... best....haa... duels so far." Professor Hopkirk, leader of the dueling clb, exclaimed between pants. He was sitting on the stairs leading to the dueling arena.

"Thanks, sir!" Simon replied. This was his fourth time this semester to have beaten the dueling master.

Simon exited the arena to see several other 9th years that had stayed to watch the final duel between the tournament winner, and the dueling master. Things like,

"Congratulations Simon."

"Good job man!"

"Ooh, Simon! Are you going to the formal!!??"

were all shouted in his direction . He tried to reply quickly saying,

"Thank you."

"Thanks!"

"Uhh I guess... errr yeah."

As he wove the small crowd. He eventually spotted Penelope, and headed into the corridor with her.

"So what was Baz's deal at dinner." She asked pointedly.

"I dunno.... He's been acting a little strange. When was the last time he hexed a 2nd year, or spelled my laptop shut? Maybe he's sick or something..." Simon wondered, trying not to show how much he'd been thinking about this. Before they knew it they had arrived at the turnoff to their separate dorm floors. They said goodnight, and parted their ways to their dorms.

Simon swung open the door to his dorm room, expecting to see Baz sprawled across his bed with a copy of the Sherlock Holmes books, and was prepared to interrogate him about his behavior earlier. However, as he entered, the room was still dark, and as he flipped on the lights, everything was as they'd left it. Simon's side was filled with posters, clothes, spellbooks, and random pieces of parchment.

Baz's side was dark and empty looking,

'Like his soul.' Simon thought.

Baz was actually quite neat for a teenage boy. Though this did not surprise Simon that much, considering the other dark and/or mysterious tendencies only Baz had. Keeping neat room was probably just a side affect of making things organized so you wouldn't lose those blue-prints for taking over the world, and spreading eternal evil. Or maybe it was the other way around?

Simon shook his head, dismissing thoughts of Baz, and proceeded to get ready for bed. It was 11:30 by the time he was ready to actually sleep. Only problem was, he wasn't. He tried to close his eyes, for what seemed like hours, but sleep wouldn't come. His clock read 11:35.

Simon's mind wandered to many things, but mostly his thoughts came back to Baz.

'Why hasn't he come back?' Simon had wondered. He'd pondered multiple possibilities, but each was as unlikely as the next.

'Maybe he's in his secret lair plotting how to take over the world.'

'Or maybe thinking of ways to kill Simon without the Head Mage figuring out.'

And finally, 'He could be out with Agatha enjoying the stars,' or worse,

'maybe they're to preoccupied to enjoy the stars.'

This particular thought tormented Simon the most. It must have been the thought of Baz stealing his girl. Yeah,

That must be it...

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