SIMON
"Snow," Baz starts. He's not looking at me. There's a slight pinkness to his cheeks. Huh, I've never seen him flushed before. I didn't think vampires could get flushed.
He clears his throat. Is he nervous? I've never seen Baz nervous before. I've never seen him anything but arrogantly confident. "I need to ask you something."
Me? Baz needs to ask me something?
I push my blanket off me and sit up. This seems serious. What could he want that I would possibly have the answer to? It can't be anything magickally related. Merlin knows I'm bollocks at magic. Baz casts circles around me on a daily basis. He never stops gloating about it. I bite anyways.
"Yeah, Baz? What is it?"
Baz sits lightly on the edge of his bed and crosses his legs. His posture is perfectly straight and stiff, unlike mine. I'm hunched over with my elbows leaning on my knees. Baz still won't look at me. Right now his grey eyes are focused on the open window. His long, raven black hair is wet. He must've showered. Baz never showers at night. He always showers in the morning. Well, with the exception of fifth year. He showered every morning and again every afternoon when classes let up. The bloke probably hit puberty and was afraid of sweating.