Simon-

Penny tries to get me to talk to her but gives up after I shake my head and bury it in her shoulder. Every time she says his name the crying only intensifies. Agatha pulls away from the hug after a few minutes and sits next to us, rubbing my back awkwardly. Penny, however, never lets go and her grip never falters, if anything her grip only gets stronger.

Even after I stop crying she continues to sit there and hold me. My mouth is dry as bone and my lips have cracked and blood trickles out. She knows even if the tears have stopped, internally the battle rages just a fiercely as before.

Eventually we walk back to the castle. We've all missed our first few classes. The lunch bell tolls across the grounds. I need to see the Mage. Penny and Agatha want to come too- well Penny does and Agatha says she does but I can tell she'd rather go get lunch now that I've been taken care of.

The Mage's office always smells the same, like sage and dust. Neglected papers are skewed across his desk and some litter the floor. Books are roughly shoved in the shelf. Even though his office is empty the air still buzzes with activity. In all of my years at Watford, I have never once walked in and seen the Mage simply sitting in his chair doing paperwork as I suspect a headmaster would do.

Even when he is in his office he's always standing. The chair behind his desk has three inches of dust on the seat. I've been to this office many times. I walk up to the old cedar desk. A paper with a red wax seal on top catches my eye. I scan over the paper, then scan over it again shaking my head. Another dead spot has appeared, bigger than all of the others- on the Grimm-Pitch property.

I drop the paper and run out of the office.

Baz-

Bloody Simon Snow almost broke down my door. I was laying in my large four poster bed when Aunt Fiona walked by my door grumbling to herself. Once she reached my door she put an exasperated hand on her velvet clad hip, "Basil you have a visitor."

She stomped away without further explanation. I got up quickly ignoring the stiffness in my leg and back. I dressed in a stiff, collared shirt and black slacks. I quickly brushed my hair back, pushing it away from my eyes.

I walked down the stairs and almost blacked out all over again because Simon Snow was standing in the entryway looking at our family portrait, rocking back and forth on his heels. That was ten minutes ago... now I stand in the kitchen arguing with Fiona.

"Should we kill him?"

"Fiona," I sigh and shake my head, this is the fifth time we've gone over this, "no."

"But Basilton he's soooo close!"

I pour the tea in two cups, then set them on saucers, "Fiona there will be a better time. We can't just kill Simon Snow in the dining room and claim it was an accident!"

"But-"

"Fiona No."

She grumbles but agrees, "I'll go to my bedroom then."

I sigh and carry the saucers out.

Simon-

I almost cried when I saw Baz. But I didn't because he is my enemy, and always will be. I still don't know why I raced down here in the first place. Or why I cared so much if he was dead or alive.

Baz seemed shocked too. He didn't even glare as he showed me to the dining room, his aunt hot on his heels.

Baz's been in there for a while. He said he would make tea. I've never made tea... I wouldn't know how long it takes but surely it doesn't take this long. I tap my foot unconsciously then stop once the table starts rattling.

His house is like a museum of silver. Silver dishes, silver spoons, silver frames, even silver lamp posts.

Baz walks out carrying two saucers and places one in front of me. He sits across from me and sighs, "Why did you come here Snow?" He looks healthy enough, although he sounds tired. His eyes are darker than usual and he looks slightly pale. A small scratch adorns his right cheek but he is otherwise unharmed.

"Baz the last time I saw you a Chimera was using your leg as a chew toy." He rolls his eyes at that, the prick. "Why did you save me?" His face is unreadable, I bet it's a family trait. He won't let me in. His grey eyes keep me on guard as if I'm the one who should be answering the question.

"I can't tell you that Snow." He gets up and gestures for me too as well. "Let's go to the library. I have something I need to ask you."

A/N: I'm almost done with the first draft of chapter four! I'm also going to Disney and Universal (Harry Potter!!! Whoop!!!! Whoop!!!) so I will probably finish it today and probably upload it but Chapter 5 might take a few days.