There were times when Baz really, really hated that bloody Simon Snow.
And this was one of them.
It had been a relatively peaceful day. They had only attempted to murder each other twice, and that was more with venomous glares than actually dangerous magic. Baz was actually in a fairly good mood. Until he had bloody tripped and made a fool of himself in Phys Ed.
They had meant to be sparring with a Sphinx, imported all the way from Africa. He had been showing off slightly, using difficult spells like "head over heels" (a highly painful spell that forced the receiver to attempt to turn themselves into a living pretzel), "down for the count" (a spell that made the receiver very drowsy as long as the caster continued to count), and "an arm and a leg" (A spell to temporarily paralyze the dominant arm and leg of the receiver).
Snow, meanwhile, looked like a bloody idiot. Trying to show off for Agatha, he attempted "know the ropes", a very useful spell for tying things up.
At least, it would have been if he had bothered to make sure he knew how to cast it right.
Instead, the rope appeared in front of Baz and sent him sprawling down the hill and into the creek. He could hear laughter above him, and knew that he was quite a spectacle. With his long hair unruly, his haughty face covered in mud, and his clothes wet, he could hardly expect anything more. It wasn't every day you saw the proud boy lose his composure. His face a furious pink he tried desperately to hide, he stalked back into the dorm building to change into some dry clothes.
And that's where Snow found him, three hours later.
"Baz?" He asked tentatively, his cheeks bright pink from the wind. Baz glanced out the window. The wind had been blowing more and more furiously, rattling the glass. "Sorry about in Phys Ed, it was an accident."
Baz snorted and closed the book he had picked up the moment he had heard the doorknob turn. "Save your breath, Snow. I don't give a damn what you and your worshippers think about me. I was enjoying myself laughing at your pathetic performance."
Snow flinched. Baz didn't know if it was at the worshippers comment, or the one about his patheticness. Either way, they were catty insults.
Snow raised his wand and gave it a flick.
"The jig is up." he muttered, before shoving his wand back in his pocket guiltily. "How do you really feel, Baz?"
"I don't know." The words tumbled out of his mouth, out of his control. Everything he'd kept to himself all came pouring out, and he couldn't stop it. "I can't hate you anymore, but I'm pretending I still do because I don't want to admit to myself what I really think. I'm so confused. I start to think I like you, then you pull a jackass move like laughing at me and I'm not so sure. Or is that what I like about you? I don't know and I bloody hate not knowing."
Simon looked taken back. "What? I mean, never mind," he added, nullifying the spell. "I mean, what?"
Baz stared at him in outrage. "What the bloody hell was that?"
Snow turned pink. "It was a truth spell. I knew you'd never really tell me what I wanted to know without it, so I mastered it."
Baz slammed the book he'd been pretending to read shut. "That's what you wanted to know? So you used a truth spell on me? That's despicable, Snow! Truth spells are unethical and you bloody well know it!"
He had the decency to look ashamed. "I had to know. Sorry."
Baz seethed in silence for a minute, before he noticed Snow's mouth quirk upwards in what looked like a badly suppressed smile.
"What?" he growled. Snow burst into laughter.
"What?" he growled again. Snow laughed harder,before finally gaining some control over himself.
"Sorry, it's just" Snow giggled- yes, actually giggled, and finished, "are you lecturing me on ethics, Basilton Tyrannus Pitch?"
Baz rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's about time someone bloody well did. Now leave me alone to brood and plot in silence."
Snow sighed. "That's all you ever do." he muttered, but went to his desk to work on homework.
"Hey Baz?" Snow said again, tapping his pencil on his notebook. "You know how I said I mastered that spell to learn something from you?"
Simon could practically hear Baz rolling his eyes. "Yes, it was rather difficult to forget."
"That's not what I wanted to ask you. I mastered it for something else."
"And what would that be, my fair Snow?"
"I'm not saying. But when I do ask you, I promise not to use a truth spell."
"Thank you Snow, that would be most considerate of you. Now would you be as kind as to shut the hell up so I may continue to imagine the many ways I'm going to get back at you?"
Simon smiled.
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