A/N: I just needed to write this. Basically my excuse for every Fanfiction I write. But it popped into my head this morning and I couldn't not write it!
Enjoy!
There was a letter on Baz's desk again.
He may have jumped up with a little too much enthusiasm to get it.
He may have made it a little too clear that he loved to read them.
He may have snapped a little too quickly at Simon about how he didn't care what it said.
I always thought you weren't the person who did that whole thing with the mushrooms? You shouldn't blame yourself for something you didn't do.
Baz felt his face break into a smile. He knew Snow was still in the room; still staring at him like he was insane… But Baz didn't care.
It had been going on for some time. A few weeks ago, Baz had gotten a letter on his desk saying that he was a good person or something…. At first, Baz had been almost angry and had sent back a letter, telling them to back off and that he didn't want their pity.
And then he'd gotten another letter.
He didn't know who was sending them or where they were coming from, he just sent a letter back to them using magic. He used a spell that would make the note appear under their pillow or into their pocket just like they always sent the note to his desk under a thick book, to keep it hidden until Baz found it.
Baz and the mystery person had been talking since the beginning of the year. And Baz found himself looking forward to the notes. Just the thought of talking to the person was enough to make Baz smile; he really enjoyed their secret conversations.
Or, almost secret.
"What is that?" Simon asked from the other side of the room and Baz folded the paper back up and sent it into a locked drawer of his, where he kept all of the notes he'd gotten.
"Nothing," he muttered and grabbed some paper and a quill.
I didn't. That was my idiot roommate Simon Snow. But he gets out of everything!
Baz folded up his note and tapped the paper with his wand, sending it to the mystery person.
"Seriously, Baz, what are you doing?" Simon asked again. Baz heard his footsteps come closer and he turned to give him a warning glare.
"I said it was nothing, Snow," he hissed. "Just drop it."
Simon held up his hands and glared back at Baz. "Jeez. Okay, I get it. See you later." He left the room quickly and Baz snorted. Nosy.
There was a small pop and Baz looked at his desk again to see another letter. He smirked a little and picked it up.
This roommate of yours certainly sounds like a selfish git. So, how are you doing? Sleep well? You were in my dream last night.
Baz bit his lip to stop himself from giggling like a girl. Come on, Baz. Control yourself! He snatched another paper and started to write back.
Dreaming of me, are we? Now I'm blushing! And yeah, I slept alright… mostly thought about what you'd say in the morning.
Baz hesitated before writing.
Are you gonna tell me who you are, yet?
He tapped the paper with his wand and it sent. Pop! The answer appeared and Baz snatched it up.
Sorry, Handsome, can't do that yet. Get to class.
Baz sighed and folded the paper up. He got his stuff together and left the room. It had been almost four weeks and the mystery person wouldn't even tell Baz if they were a boy or a girl—though, he assumed it was a girl, considering how they liked to flirt with him. However, Baz did know a few other things about them. He'd learned that their favorite color was blue-gray…
"Like your eyes" they'd said. Baz had been a little taken aback but now, when he thought about them saying that to his face…
Baz blushed slightly and shook his head. Mystery Person was right; he needed to get to class.
# # #
Do you think I should tell anyone else about what my dad said to me?
Baz felt ridiculous sending a letter in the middle of class. He tapped it once and the paper disappeared.
Was it weird… to be so obsessed with the one person that he didn't know, just because they were writing him a bunch of flirtatious letters? The answer to that was yes, it was.
"Class dismissed!" Professor Chilblains said at last and Baz scooped up his bag, leaving the room as fast as possible.
"You could hurt anyone at any time. You're a monster, a creature. It's hard to love a monster, Basilton."
That's what his father had said, just before Baz got to Watford for his seventh year. It still stung. Baz had only barely had the courage to tell Mystery Person about the conversation… after all, if his dad could hardly love him, why should anyone else?
"Hey, Basilton!"
Baz looked up to see Dev and Niall waving to him as they caught up. What did they want? Baz scowled slightly but waited for them to catch up.
"Basilton," puffed Dev. "Hey. You wanna go throw rocks at the merwolves? I heard they were all swimming around near the banks earlier."
Great, of course they actually want to hang out, Baz thought.
"I would," Baz said. "But I have something I need to do. So, I can't. Sorry."
Dev and Niall looked at each other; Baz could see disappointment alight in their eyes. Slight guilt sparked in his chest but he ignored it.
"Okay," said Dev. "See you later, then."
Baz nodded and turned to leave. As he padded away, he heard Dev say, "He's different lately. Do you think something's wrong?"
No answer. Always quiet Niall was probably shrugging.
Baz ignored them and hurried back up to his room. Hoping to china and back that Snow wouldn't be there.
Luckily, he wasn't and Baz sighed with relief before walking over to his desk and lifting up one of the books up and picking up the paper underneath.
Basilton, you can do anything you put your mind to. That's why I like you so much.
Baz stared at the note in his hands, feeling his face heat up and stomach contract. That was the first time Mystery Person had given a proper hint at actually liking Baz in that way…
Calm down, Baz, he told himself. They didn't actually say they liked you in that way. Don't over react… Just give a calm answer, and see where it goes.
Well… thank you. I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to that.
That was probably fine. Mystery Person couldn't take anything the wrong way. Pop! Another note.
You could always say "I like you, too". Just a thought.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room and Baz had to sit down in order to write back.
Even if I did say that, I barely know who you are, so there's no telling what you'd say back.
Baz sent the note and swallowed loudly. He hadn't expected to feel like this if anyone ever showed interest in him… Well, multiple people had shown interest… But Baz had never felt like this before.
Pop! Another note appeared and Baz had to take a breath before grabbing it.
You're right. I might not be able to say anything… It'd be such a weird thought.
Baz blinked at the paper, he was about to write back when another note popped up.
Such a weird thought… that someone as perfect and lovely as you could ever give a person like me a second thought.
He stared at the page. Reading the words over and over again, feeling like his heart was about to explode. His face was getting hot again suddenly, there was another pop!
Sorry… If I'm being too forward, just let me know. That may have been a little weird for you.
Baz snatched a piece of paper and started writing very fast.
Yes, way too forward. I find it very offending if people call me 'Lovely' and 'Perfect'. Bloody git! Of course I don't think it's too forward! We've been talking since the beginning of school. I almost want to start telling you some more things about me… although most of it isn't that interesting.
He tapped the letter and it poofed. Almost as soon as it was gone another paper appeared.
Everything about you interesting! You sarcastic git.
Baz couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face as he folded up all the notes he'd just received and sent them into his locked drawer for safe keeping. He needed to get to class.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Simon stalked in, blue eyes flashing angrily.
"Dev and Niall just spoke to me," he said hotly, facing Baz with a glare. "They've been bugging me for weeks… asking me if you were mad at them. Wondering why you're never around, complaining about how they've barely seen you since the beginning of the year—"
"Listen," Baz snorted. "Snow, I'd love to stay and chat with you about my friends… But unfortunately, I'm a bit busy at the moment. So, if you don't mind…."
Simon stepped in front of the door and glared at Baz. "What's gotten into you, lately? All you seem to care about is writing at your desk. You don't give a crap about how you're hurting other people, or about how you're doing in school—your grades are actually getting really terrible, Baz—I bet you'd even skip eating in order to just keep writing, if anyone would let you!"
"I—How dare you!" Baz snarled, silver eyes sparking angrily. "You have no idea what I'm doing or what I'm going through. You don't even know me!"
"Wrong, Baz. I know you a lot better than anyone else in this school!" Simon shouted back.
"You know nothing!" Baz snapped. "You may think that you do. But you have no idea! I have secrets that not even my own father can understand! So don't you dare try to tell me that you know one god damn thing about my actual life! So just shut your bloody mouth and keep your filthy nose away from me and my life!"
He shoved Simon aside and threw the door open, stalking into the hall where students were starting to gather around. Probably wondering what all the racket was about.
"No wonder your mum couldn't even stay alive to take care of you!" Simon shouted after him and Baz froze. "You're the most difficult and stubborn thing in the world. I sure wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with a kid like you."
There was a pause. Baz clenched his teeth and his fists, rigid. Everyone around them disappeared; it was just him and Simon.
"Don't you even go there, Snow," Baz hissed and then turned to face the blond head on. "My mum died. Yours gave you up for dead 'cause she didn't give half a crap!"
Simon dove at him but Baz was ready, he side-stepped and whirled around to kick Simon in the back. The Mage's heir stumbled but spun back around and punched Baz hard in the face, sending him barely catching himself from falling, on the wall.
"Shut your bloody mouth!" Simon snarled.
Baz's lip was bleeding. He could taste the delicious tang in his mouth but had to ignore it, he'd kept it a secret this long, they weren't about to find out because of a bloody lip.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and smiled darkly.
"Can't take the truth, Snow?" he taunted.
"My parents may have given me up," Simon growled. "But at least I don't have to live with a father who obviously hates me!"
The next thing they knew, Baz had Simon pinned against the wall by his throat. Silver eyes blazing, Baz leaned in close and hissed, "How does it feel to know that I could snap your neck, right now, and I wouldn't care?"
Simon's eyes were wide and Baz felt a twinge of satisfaction; at least the git knew he was actually at Basilton's mercy.
Suddenly, something flickered in Simon's eyes and he almost started to smile. Almost. He stopped himself and continued to glare at Baz with fury.
"I'd care later," Baz growled. "But at first..? It'd be nothing but an achievement."
"Hey!" Baz was yanked away from Simon and shoved to the side. Of course, it was Professor Psych… the no-funny-business man. "What is going on here?"
Baz smirked again as Simon brushed himself off and mumbled, "Nothing, sir."
Professor Psych looked between Simon and Baz for a few moments before he scowled. "Alright, but if I catch anymore nonsense, there will be trouble for the both of you."
Simon nodded but Baz just smirked wider. The professor glared at them for another moment before he turned and stalked away.
When he was gone, Baz snorted and turned to leave.
"Let me guess; off to write?"
Baz paused. "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Nothing I can do, is there?"
Without a word, Baz trotted down the hall. Leaving Simon, and all the other students in the hallway, behind him.
Teaser: And Baz knew perfectly well that he believed it, too. He trusted a person that he hadn't even met, more than his own father, or friends, or even some of the other members of his family. Baz sighed and stared up at the ceiling.
Do you trust them enough to tell them the truth?