"Aleister Crowley, Snow," Baz snarks sharply. "Fucking of course you would get us locked out for the night. Of bloody course." He's pacing around angrily. We were out here arguing and I didn't realize the drawbridge was going up. He turned around and started walking away, so I grabbed his arm and kept shouting at him - I didn't realize he was trying to get back into school before the drawbridge went up. He's still muttering angrily now, but more to himself, just wandering around with his head in his hands. He circles back around to me and says, "Bloody hell, Snow. Do you have a plan?"

"No," I utter, defeated. "I'm sorry Baz," I say looking down at the ground. I don't want to look up again and see all the anger in his eyes, They're all stormy grey and emotive and it's just too much.

"Shit, Snow. Shit, shit, shit. We're gonna be stuck out here all night now, because of you. I can't believe you didn't notice the drawbridge going up. What kind of idiot are you?" He's really pissed off, and I'm honestly wondering if I'm going to survive the night out here with him. He seems in a very murderous mood. I sit down under a yew tree, leaning back against its trunk and sighing heavily; the branches are surrounding me, lengthy and twisting like they're reaching out to grab me. What have I done?

Baz disappeared for a while, but he's back now, along with a variety of fruits and mysterious looking plants. He wriggles his cupped hands so that the contents slide into a pile on the ground.

"What's that," I ask.

"Food." He says bluntly.

"Why? And did you get that from the Wavering Wood? Is that even safe?" I ask him skeptically.

"Yes. Christ, Snow, it's safe. It's not a bloody radioactive forest!" He looks exasperated, his hair is all loose and messy, and he's sitting all bent over, elbows on the ground, chin in his palms. "And I got them because I know you can't go thirty minutes without eating." He shoots a look at me.

"Hey!" I complain. "I don't eat every thirty minutes!"

"Alright then," he says, "an hour." I frown at him. "Just be happy I gathered some food. If you'd gone to do it yourself you wouldn't have half a clue what was edible and what wasn't." He's right, so I just mutter a nearly inaudible "thanks" and grab what looks like a brown pear and gobble it. Then I take another and a handful of mysterious berries and eat those too.

It's getting dark, so the stars are starting to glitter the sky. It's kind of nice, just being out here in the semi-darkness, the trees surrounding us, the air sweet and mossy, a blanket of quiet over the place. Even Baz was oddly pleasant tonight- getting me food and all. It's different, but I like it; I could get used to this.

Baz is leaning against the other side of the tree now, a stash of mushrooms at his side. I'm just leaning against the thick trunk, eyes closed, hugging my blazer tighter around myself. I can hear Baz eating quietly behind me. My hand is resting in my pocket, and when I wriggle it I can feel something with thin and foily edges in there. I pull it out and see its a mint Aero bar I had in there from a couple of days ago, so I open it up, tear a piece off and lean around the trunk to ask Baz if he wants any. It's only fair - he went and gathered food.

"What the hell Snow?!" He says upon seeing my head popped around the trunk. He turns his face away from mine and pushes me. I'm surprised by the sudden anger over nothing, but then again it's Baz, so I'm not really that surprised.

"I was just wondering if you wanted a bit of mint Aero," I say once I've been pushed back around to the other side of the tree, "seeing you gathered food and all."

"Don't tell me it's been in your pocket for a week," he snarks back.

"Well… a couple of days," I reply.

"That's disgusting, Snow."

"So, I take it you don't want any."

"That's right." I stop talking and pop a bit of Aero into my mouth, but I'm curious about the harsh reaction earlier so I enquire. "What was with the pushing before, Baz?"

"Nothing," he says.

"Hmm."

I lean back and curl up into a ball, closing my eyes. The sound of Baz' breathing is enough to send me soundly to sleep.