A/N: Hey, sorry it took me so long to update. I'd love to know what you think about it and any constructive criticism you might have.

Penelope

Simon somehow got Baz to go to bed last night, but judging by the way he looks this morning, I don't think he slept.

"Is that coffee?" Baz asks when he steps into the living room. He then realizes he isn't the one making it and directs his (lack of) energy to getting all evil out of his kitchen. "Bunce, get out of my kitchen, I am capable of cooking myself." Baz mutters and adds something about his general disappointment in the human kind and its disregard of personal space under his breath while physically pushing me away from the stove.

"Good morning, Penelope. Oh you're making breakfast? That's great, thank you. just didn't make the cut, did it?" I say in response, "And besides, your boyfriend right there," I add, nudging my head in the direction of the kitchen table where Simon is sitting, "is culinary challenged and constantly hungry so I didn't have much of a choice."

Simon smiles apologetically and crosses the kitchen to give Baz a kiss.

"Ugh, could you keep this for later? We have a lot to do and need to get to my parents' house."

"You're probably right," Simon says, looking a little disappointed, "but can we have breakfast first?"

We're in the attic of my parents' house. The board is full with what we know (Simon got his magick back, he didn't go off, no new holes, his magick feels different) and what we don't know (Why did Simon getting his magick back? Dad says my theory is probably right, but we have no way of knowing).

"Simon, could you cast something a little bigger?" Dad asks.

Simon has been casting little everyday spells all morning long, but this request makes his shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"I'd rather not, to be honest." Simon says, looking down, "I mean, we don't know what could happen… I could go off, or set everything on fire."

"Simon is this is what that's all about?" Baz says, "That's why you look so terrified every time you cast? You're afraid of creating another humdrum?"

Simon looks up to respond but Baz keeps on talking.

"Simon, you've casted you're tail and wings away, that takes a lot of magick, and nothing happened."

"That was bloody necessary!" Simon finally breaks, "Do you know how uncomfortable they were? Nothing happened then, but it might this time. I don't want to take the risk"

Baz wants to answer but dad holds out a hand to stop him.

"Basil is actually right." he says, "There's no need for you to worry. Nothing happened so far, I have a hard time believing this will change."

"But the possibility is still there." Simon protests.

"The possibility is always there, for all of us. The World of Mages can't quit magick because it can possibly create something dangerous if you misuse it, and you shouldn't do that as well." Dad says, using his teaching voice.

Simon takes a deep breath and says: "Alright, what should I cast?"

Simon

I can't believe I was talked into this. Something will surely go wrong; it always has when it came to me and big spells.

"What about On love's light wings?" Penny suggests. We've been looking for a spell for me to cast, our main demand is no potential damage.

"There's no way I'm getting the vowel shift right." I say, Baz smiles a little when I say nothing about messing the stupidly in love part.

"Can you try Imma let you finish? I don't think there are any special requirements for it." Baz says with a smirk, definitely remembering the time when he got the great vowel shift of the 16th century right (of course he did).

"That could actually work." Penny's dad says and Penny nods, all agreeing to this spell I've never heard off.

"What is this spell?" I ask.

"It disconnects space and time for a few seconds, allowing the person who cast it to change space without the time changing." Baz explains, giving me the textbook definition. It only makes me more confused. He sighs and tries again: "It makes everything frozen in time except for the person who cast it."

"Are you sure it's not dangerous?"

"Yes, Snow, you're not going to rip the universe apart."

I roll my eyes at Baz's comment, trying to pretend as if this isn't exactly what I fear.

I reach for my wand at the same time Penny says: "Do something." I look at her, confused.

"While we're frozen, so we could see it worked." she adds, I nod.

"Imma let you finish!" I say and everyone freezes. I flip a nearby chair before the spell fades and cross the room.

"Guess it worked." Penny says, looking at the upside-down chair.

"Your magick feels quite different, Simon. I wouldn't believe the same person casted it if I didn't see so myself." her dad adds.

"So the magick I'm using now is not the same magick I had before?"

"Most likely no, the magick you have now is perfectly safe if that's the case."

"That's great, Simon!" penny says exited. I let out an unenthusiastic "Yeah." in response; still not sure returning to magick is a good idea.

It was getting late so Baz and I headed back to his flat. It was freezing inside when we entered; a cold wind creaked in through the window.

"Simon, Simon… my rosebud boy." I hear a thin voice saying. I look over at Baz, he hears it too.

The cold seeps through my clothes, I shiver. Baz steps closer to me, grabbing my hand.

"My son, I would have never left you." the voice says again.

We stand there frozen until the cold goes away.
"Was that a visiting?" Baz asks. I nod.

"I heard this voice before, the same night your mother came back. There was no one to see that time, only the voice. I thought it was her again."

"Snow, my mother wouldn't call you her rosebud boy, not in a million years." Baz says, "That was your mother, if anyone's."