Chapter 1
Baz groaned looking over the scene laid out before him. The sun was tinkling through the window, sending electric shocks through his pale skin.
The room he shared with Simon bloody Snow was covered head to toe in mess and Baz decided he would not bring himself to cleaning it again. This was the third time this week something like this had happened. Simon went off while he and Penelope were in the room alone together (Baz knew about Penelope's frequent visits quite thoroughly but he found it amusing when they thought they were being all sneaky under his nose) thus creating this utter mess.
Baz turned over in his bed, now facing the wall and not bringing himself to look at this mess. His black locks now faced the sleeping Snow as they scattered along his grey pillow. It was too early in the morning for this ruckus and he should kill Simon for this ludicrous insanity… but he never could. Simon Snow might have been the worst chosen one anyone had ever heard of but he was a chosen one none the less. Baz knew Simon would kill him one day, him being a dangerous, blood sucking vampire and all, but he still wished and prayed he could beat the blond to the punch. It seemed impossible, it seemed insane, but Baz liked to keep the thought in his head every once and awhile. They said vampires could never breach Watford's walls and that managed to happen right? The thought of life was a comfort to him, keeping him tied to the thought of never dying or having to live to die at the hands of Simon bloody Snow. To die at his hands, there for the mage's hands, was pathetic and would disgrace any normal Pitch family member. Yet… this was still inevitable.
Small snores called from behind Baz, signaling that Simon would wake soon, open his crystal blue eyes, and he would be completely oblivious to the mess he had caused in their poor dorm room. Baz grumbled something in an annoyed fashion.
"That boy will never make it out in the real world without some help… he will never stand to live alone, the git." Baz grumbled within his head. He turned again; he was exhausted, emotionally drained from coming back to the dorm to see this mess last night, and downright sick of Simon Snow. This time as he turned he managed to turn straight onto his face, burying his features into his pillow with a shuffle.
Baz heard the floor boards creek and he smelled the scent of Simon move out of the parallel bed and to the closet at the foot of the beds. The raven haired boy smelled his cinnamon sent waft from the closet to the bathroom, obviously going to shower and change. Normal routine of Simon Snow and Baz Pitch at seven something in the morning. Baz almost growled, still pissed about the mess and the utter trouble that was being caused, which he had to admit looking back on it was a slight over reaction. He didn't particularly want Snow to see him so vulnerable a second time today so he propped himself up on his shoulders and swung himself to sit on the bed with his legs hanging forwards off the bed frame.
Baz pouted for a moment, snatching up his wand from the end table (one of the only pieces of furniture to almost make it out alive from the tornado named Snow) and quickly casting now you see me, now you don't! Onto himself to get him to the closet with ease.
Silver, hollow grey, eyes peered into the closet, grabbing his uniform and tie with a swift movement. The bathroom door cracked open behind him, revealing a shirtless Simon Snow. Baz glared at the scene and simply folded his clothes over his arm and took three long strides to get past Snow and into the special bathroom they shared. Simon rolled his eyes at the boy and walked back to his bed, flopping on to the crooked mattress hanging off of the frame. Baz slammed the bathroom door with a huff.
It was too early for this mess, it was too early for this chaos, and it was too early for Baz Pitch to see his long time enemy and crush shirtless and damp from the shower.