Simon

We arrived at my flat (technically, Penny's flat too since she's my flatmate) in about 2 minutes. Baz and I live purposely close and a few "Make way for the King!"s from Baz sped things up even more. I think I may have been shaking as we waited for Penny to open the door.

Penny looked tired when she opened the door. She managed a mumbled "Simon?" while swaying in the doorway. "Wasn't expecting you back so early." She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "Sorry, been up all night and—"

I cut her off with a swift "Rise and shine!" It was a good spell after pulling an all-nighter. It gets rid of under the eye bags and gives you a boost of energy. It's not permanent, but it's better than nothing.

The feel of Baz's magic flowing through me is at once foreign and familiar. It has that same hot, dry feeling from before, so different from what my magic feels like. Felt like.

Penny looked much better. She also looked much more surprised. "What? I—I don't understand— how—this is—"

"Impossible?" asked Baz with a grin. "I'm hurt that you have so little faith in me, Bunce."

Penny rolled her eyes and said "I should have guessed," as she pulled us into the flat.

Baz

"So, how exactly did you do this?" Bunce asked. Simon and I sat on the couch, while she perched on the edge of the arm rest. Simon started fidgeting like a little kid, but he didn't let go of my hand. I can't say that I minded. I turned towards her and started telling her about my dream, no longer looking at Simon. Which was maybe not the best idea.

I was almost done telling her the story when a book floated through the space inbetween us. Bunce's head snapped up and her eyes grew wide for a moment before sighing. I turned back around to see a room full of floating objects, and Simon still muttering a few "Float like a butterfly"'s under his breath, delight lighting up his face.

I stared at him. "Simon! What are you doing?"

Sheepishly, he said, "Uh …. redecorating?"

I can't help but roll my eyes. "Don't make me let go of your hand, Snow." He stops immediately and looks up at me, stricken.

"You wouldn't." He's frozen in place, disbelief etched into his face.

A little raise of my eyebrows, and a shrug of my shoulders. A little loosening of my hand. That's all it takes. For a moment, I delight in how easily I can drive him crazy. Immediately, he squeezes my hand tighter and scoots closer to me. Somehow, I don't think his mild panic is about potentially being magic-less again.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop." But then he gives me a sneaky little grin, the one he gets when he has an idea he knows I won't like. Or one I will, but pretend to hate anyway. Before I can stop him, he points his wand at our still-connected hands and shouts "Two peas in a pod!" I groan and beside me, Bunce laughs.

Simon leans close to me and whispers, "You're mine, Baz. I'm not letting you go for a long, long time. And don't you forget it."