When Simon Snow was accepted to the Watford School of Magicks, he couldn't have wished for anything better. It was most definitely a turning point in his life. But there was one problem. It came in the form of black hair and dark eyes. It came in the boy glaring at him across the room, absolute loathing emanating from him. Baz.
His skin was pale. Cruel, but beautiful. He was a little bit intimidating in that way, but Simon wasn't daunted. Baz had an aura about him that made you want to pick a fight with him. The first thing Simon managed to say was,
"You're my roommate?"
"No, I'm just here to enjoy the scenery." His voice was sarcastic. Simon scoffed, and then checked himself. He was supposed to be friendly. It was a bit hard to do when your roommate was unnecessarily hostile, but he had to try. He had to be the better person. So he held out his hand.
"I'm Simon. Simon Snow." Then he winced as he realized not only that Baz probably already knew this, but also that Baz ignored his outstretched hand. After a few seconds Simon tried to inconspicuously pull it back, acting like it was no big deal, when he accidentally knocked a candle over. Baz quickly caught it and placed it back where it came from. He regarded Simon for a moment.
"Don't kill yourself before I get to know you. Actually, I don't care to know you. Do whatever you want, so long as you don't bother me." Baz frowned and considered for a moment. "As a matter of fact, it's too late for that. The sight of your face is repulsive." Baz turned and continued unpacking his things. Simon followed suit. The silence in the room was growing heavy. Simon felt suffocated. He distracted himself by putting as much focus as he could into each object he pulled out of his bag. His piggy bank. His desk lamp. His teddy bear. He felt foolish about bringing that after meeting Baz.
While Simon was distracted, Baz looked him over. His hair was a light golden brown which would have sparkled if there was any sunlight in the room. His face was perfectly shaped, and he had the bluest of blue eyes. Baz couldn't find any major physical flaws with him. Great. He was going to be stuck with a pretty boy for the next 8 years. Before Baz could look away Simon glanced up, but quickly looked away, embarrassed. This was going to take some getting used to, this whole roommate thing. They could already tell that they weren't going to get along.
Simon took a deep breath. He already felt out of place here. Where it seemed like he couldn't say a word. Where even if he did no one would acknowledge it. He walked over to his bed, which faced Baz's, and pulled his sheets over it, placing his pillows and blankets on top. He'd figure out the details of all that later. Glancing back at his bag, the teddy bear looked forlorn and alone. He shook his head. Baz couldn't think he was soft. As he placed his lamp on his desk, he noticed that Baz was turning his bed away so that it now faced the wall. Friendly person, that guy Baz.
Seeming satisfied with his handiwork, Baz gave Simon a sly smirk. Simon did his best to ignore it. Not knowing of anything else to say, he asked,
"What time do we need to be ready for dinner at?" Baz scowled.
"Hour." Far too long. Simon decided now would be a good time to leave the room. As he got up, Baz perked up a bit. "Where are you going, Snow?" Simon shrugged, not entirely sure himself.
"Don't worry, I won't be back any time soon."