There'll be peace

Random Start (Baz)

       A/N So I wrote this and I have no idea where it was going. I'm going to keep it on this project just in case I have a sudden burst of inspiration or something. I'm not sure that's going to happen, but it's fine. I'm going to start writing other random one-shots about my favorite train wrecks. Try to ignore how bad they are. Thank you for reading! 

          I try not to sigh as I sit down on my feather bed, at least Snows not here to watch. If he knew I liked this room I would drain him dry. The idiot with his perfect bronze curls and rolling blue eyes. I don't really feel like unpacking but I want to clear out before he gets here. My legs tingle as I get up and unzip the suitcase. Carefully I lay out my containers on Snow's side of the bathroom, I know it'll get a growl out of him. I smooth out my shirts as I hang them in the dresser, I don't want them wrinkling. I shove on my school uniform that Fiona wouldn't let me put on "The schoolboy Mage uniform is not going to be worn by any Pitch in my site". Fiona hates anything to do with him and I'm happy to go along. When I slid out of the car she yelled "Try to get something from his office, yeah?" 

"I am not breaking and entering" "

 "Basilton I know the wards don't work on you"  

I sneered but nodded anyway, just to calm her down. She always drives me to Watford, the smell of lavender cakes in her car. I think my Father would, but it's too much for him to take. This is where my mother grew up, lived, and was buried. Him in the catacombs? With the rats! I giggle slightly at the thought, then check myself. No giggling, that's one thing my father did teach me. I jog down the stairs to meet Dev and Niall in the dining hall. Tossing my hair back and sneering as I walk to our table and sit down. They're already there, looking bored and with tea. 

"Men"

"Baz" replies Niall. I pour myself tea and glance around the room, initially finding Snow. He looks thin and has lost some of the sheen to his skin. He sits next to the kitchen as always (extra leverage towards scones), and he's got his little posse around him. He's stuffing scones into his mouth. At this rate, he'll be back to clobbering weight in no time. I hate that I'm thinking about this, but I can't get him out of my head. 

Dev is prattling on in his nasal voice, I give him a cold look, and he quiets but doesn't stop. They're good men, don't talk too much, hate Simon almost as much as I do. At this, I can't help but glance back over to him and this time he's staring right at me. I get a little pain in my chest which I choose to ignore. I can tell he's growling, a few heatwaves rolling off him. Good to see I have such an effect. To prove it I grin and move my eyes on Agatha, she's looking right at me, too pretty for her own good. I wink and move on before I can see Snow's reaction. I'll deal with him soon enough.