Keep Calm Simon

Baz was brooding.

HEY GUYS! SO, I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING BECAUSE I THOUGHT NO ONE WAS READING, BUT GOOD NEWS! I HEAR YOU :D LET THE SNOW, CARRY ON!
(Hee hee, see what I did there? Haha yeah um. Sorry ignore me.) I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT SCHOOL SUCKS. I PROMISE THE NEXT WILL BE LONGER!

Baz was brooding. So, really nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was now pacing in his dorm room with his hands steepled in front of his face. A few of his silky black locks were falling around his pale face, like they always did when he was stressed or distracted. He was still puzzling over many things. He had made a mental list of the problems, so as to solve them all in that order.

1) figure out how the murderer of the Mage, got into the school.

2) determine their identity.

3) determine their motives.

4) create a plan to stop them.

5) keep Snow out of his business and away from the murderer (because he's likely to botch everything up.)

6) find out what is going on with him and Snow.

Baz thought it was a pretty good list, and he knew it would be a challenge. He felt an odd thrill at doing all of these except maybe, the last one. It seemed like something he would like to put off as long as possible for fear of the results. He stopped his pacing and glared at the half eaten apple he left on Simon's desk. He flick his hand out angrily and knocked it into the trash can. Baz was at his wits end. There was some pretty serious stuff going on here and all he could think about was bloody, Simon, Snow! It was absolutely ridiculous. He decided that there was only one way to cure himself of these horridly kind feelings toward Snow. To become, once again, focused on completing this list, he had to get Snow out of his life and out of his mind. To do this? He would need to really piss Snow off. This should be good. A wicked smile spread over Baz's handsome features, turning them dark and twisted. He had the perfect plan.