Epilogue
Simon smiled into Baz's kiss happily, feeling his chest erupt in heat. His eyes widened and he moved his hands from Baz's hair to his shoulders, pushing him away quickly. Baz looked at him with a glare.
"What the bloody hell Simon?!"
"I… feel like if I don't cast a spell I might explode."
"Uh… do it? I'd rather you not explode!"
"Please don't be mad… Take it away!" Simon meekly said with his wand pointed to a pile of papers. The spell did inevitably work, chucking the papers out the window. The room around Simon swirled as Simon felt his skin heat up.
Baz yelped and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door. Simon plopped himself on the floor, looking at the wreckage of "the second tornado Snow". His bed had been overthrown and the desks were stacked on top of one another. Baz's mattress was on the ground and his book was on fire, which Simon quickly stamped out.
"Baz…?"
"Did you blow the room up again?"
"Yeah…"
"It's late, how are the beds? Habitable for the night?"
"Well yours is," Simon replied, heaving Baz's mattress onto its frame, "I can sleep on the floor for the night…"
"Oh come on Snow, it can't be that bad," Baz said, strolling out of the bathroom. He immediately stopped, looking at the room.
"I fixed your bed…"
"Th-thank you. Oh Crowley this is the worst one yet."
"I can fix it tomorrow."
"I guess I'll help… but for the night you might as well sleep… in my bed," Baz said, slightly more concerned with the room being exploded, "Shit was a library book!"
"I'm sorry!"