My bedsheets are spread out in a tangled mess beneath me. In the moonlight, they look like mountain ranges, silver and expansive. Never mind the thin streams of smoke wafting up from them.
My body is a haze of magic. I'm made of magic and smoke and breath. Barely existent, barely myself.
I hate it when I Go Off at night like this. Baz is the one who's supposed to get night terrors— I've seen the way he thrashes about, his mouth shut tight and full of what can only be fangs (Penny believes me that Baz is a vampire-- Agatha's still on the fence). Tonight, Baz is sound asleep in his bed, his face glowing pale, illuminated by the shaft of moonlight that comes in through the open window. The tosser.
Stifling a frustrated growl, I swing my legs out of my smoldering bed, pushing my fingers through my matted hair as I do. They catch in the curls, tugging painfully as they slide across my scalp, so I give up.
"Snow?" Baz is blinking at me, his eyes scrunched up like he's still half-asleep. He probably is still half-asleep— it is 2 in the bloody morning.
"Piss off, Baz. Go back to sleep," I reply, pulling on a pair of socks.
"Snow, what—"
I'm out the door before he can finish his thought.
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Something New
FanfictionIt's sixth year, and Simon can't sleep. The Mage has been ignoring him, he failed an assignment, and he can't, for the life of them, find the last of the Six White Hares. Surprisingly, it is Baz-- his insufferable roommate (who is probably a vampire...
