Simon

It's been almost two years since the mess with the humdrum, a little over a year since I started college. Things have been settling into place for me lately. My psychologist says I'm getting better by the minute, I feel better by the minute. Baz haven't agreed to talking to her, he's not one to talk about his problems.

"Crowley, Snow! Would you stop bringing this up?" Baz said last time I tried talking him into it, tired of opting for subject changes.

"No. Would you tell me why won't you do it?"

"Does every thing has to have a reason?" He said.

"Why wouldn't it have one?"

Baz frowned, then let out a deep breath. His hand smoothed his hair away from his face.

"Because-", he cut himself off mid sentence, looked down, back up and said:"I mean-" , sighed, then:"For magick's sake, Simon, why can't you let go of it? I'd rather not talk to her. Why isn't that reason enough?"

Baz sounded a bit irritated, I wasn't trying to pick a fight. "It is," I said, stepping closer and taking his hand, "but if you change your mind-"

"I know." he said, squeezing it.

Anyway, I decided not to cut all ties with the magickal world( not that I could if I wanted to, I am dating a vampire, but I'm more involved than I could have been). Penny's dad keeps me updated on the holes(they're shrinking slowly) and takes me on his surveys every once in a while. I haven't been back to Watford, but that day will come.

I'm back at Baz's house in Hampshire, running through the wood, looking for something. The humdrum's here as well, the air feels dry. I put my hand on my hip and call for the sword. It appears. My skin is tingling with magick.

"Simon!" Baz is calling me, his voice is worried.

I look around but can't see him anywhere.

"Simon," he calls again, "Simon, wake up love."

I'm laying in bed. Baz's propped up on one elbow, as worries as I've seen him, trying shake me out of my nightmare. He can't stomach them, even after all this time. We're in Baz's flat, the plan is to get one together eventually, but we decided waiting until we're both done with school would be best.

I'm panting and feel as though magick is pulsing inside me. The nightmares never caused that before.

"Fuck," Baz whispers in shock, "Snow you are shimmering."

Baz

Snow's skin is shimmering. Not just a faint glow, but an actual shimmer, like he was sprinkled with fairy dust. That hasn't happened for a while, not since he lost his magick.

Simon would never say he lost his magick, he'd say he gave it back, like it was never his in the first place. Whenever he speaks to that psychologist he talks about it like he is a Normal who was stuffed with magick. She doesn't disagree, but I do. I've thought about it quite a lot. Normals can't speak with magick, it is possible to cast on them but you can't lend them magick for them to cast. If Snow's a Normal, it would be impossible to give him magick, he wouldn't have any at all. He's probably right in the sense that some of the magick was not his, but some of it had to be.

He lifts his hand, looks at it for a moment and jumps back, hitting his head on the headboard.

"C-Crowley, " he mumbles, horrified, "How?"

I try focusing on his smell, he still smells sweet and brown but there's another smell there, fainter. Brimstone, like when we were kids, when he still had magick.

"You smell like magick." I say as soon as it downs on me.

"Of course I do, you and penny cast on me all the time." Snow's eyes are still on his hand, wide and perplexed.

"I meant your magick."

"But I don't have it, not anymore."

He's sitting in bed now, so am I. He turns to me, his jaw hanging open.

"Try casting something." a wicked grin crawls on my lips as I say it.

" I can't cast without my wand." Simon says reluctantly.

To be fair, he can barley cast with his wand, magick was never his strong side, no matter how much of it he had. I get up and walk over to my desk, where his wand is stuffed in one of the drawers. When he lost his magick, Snow wanted to get rid of it. "What am I going to do with it? Use it as decoration?" he'd say every time I tried convincing him he should keep it. When I suggested he keeps it for sentimental reasons rather than practical ones he simply looked at me. This look was enough for me to understand magick doesn't bring back a lot of happy memories for Snow. I kept his wand since that day, just in case.

I tossed it to him from across the room, leaned against the wall and crossed my arms.

"Go ahead." I motioned to the mess I created looking for the wand.

"As you were!" his words came out hesitant, but loaded with enough magick for the spell to work. The mess puts itself back into the drawers.

"Simon." I walk to him and grab him by the shoulders.

"Baz." he says back, not realizing what just happened.

"You have magick!" I exclaim. Snow stares at me, not saying anything.

"We have to call Bunce." I add a couple moments later, not realizing how terrified Simon looks.