When morning comes he's crashing around the room like a herd of Centaurs at six. He's opened up the curtains all the way again, he suspects that I'm a vampire, I think. He has some absurd thing about being the first person to breakfast; I think he might actually eat butter by the spoonful when he is the first down. He seems to love butter the way I love him, he can never get enough of it (I realised that I love him during our fourth year). He's still only managed to button his short halfway, even though he's been crashing around for at least half an hour.
I sigh and roll out of bed. Hopefully by the time I've had my shower he'll be gone and I can get the room to myself. After gathering up my clothes I go into our bathroom. It smells of Snow in here: that insufferable apple and bacon and smoke. Crowley, I'm thirsty, I'll have to go hunting tonight. That's always a pain, especially since the rats are running out in the catacombs.
I pull on my blazer and finish tying my tie as I brush my teeth, finishing up with my fangs. They pop away as I walk back into the room. Snow isn't in there anymore, but the insufferable fool has left his stuff all over my side of the room. I bend over to pick up his stuff to dump on his bed, but as I do I smell Agatha's cut grass scent all over his clothes. So that was what was why he was so happy last night, he finally managed to seduce her.
As long as I have been lusting after Snow, he's wanted Agatha. I suppose they would make the perfect couple, every shade of gold under the sun and not a hint of evil, but I can't help but be jealous. I know that we will always be enemies, but I thought that maybe, someday we might not want to be.
When I walk into the dining hall, the two of them are practically sitting in each other's laps and Bunce is sitting across from them, looking slightly dejected. Bunce and I are rivals, but I kind of feel sorry for her now. Just looking at Snow and Wellbelove makes me feel sick. I sit down with Dev and Niall, my best mates, and we immediately begin plotting Snow's downfall. They don't know that I'm in love with him, and I don't feel like telling them any time soon.