Baz-
        I'm very aware of Simon's eyes burning into the back of my head as I walk up the staircase. His footsteps fall heavily, I wonder if he's tired or hurt. I try not to care but I can't help it. I wasn't sure if my protective spell would last over him if I had died. He only has the cut from before on his forehead and a few scrapes on his arms.

We reach the library and I hold the door open for him. He stops before he enters and looks me in the eyes. I try to keep my glare in place and not fidget. He's so close, I can smell the blood and magic radiating off him. He's so utterly close. We stand like this, staring each other down until I finally say, "Like what you see Snow?" He immediately flushes, ducking his head, golden curls swaying and walks into the room.

I smirk and close the door. The library is cold, but light filters through a large pained window. The sun glints off of Simon's hair, the corner of his lip curls up in a half smile and I almost faint. Simon stares at the array of shelves, "Could your family be any more stereotypical?" I shoot a glare in his direction and walk over to one of the desks we have towards the back. Snow doesn't follow me thank god. I don't know how much longer I can stand him being in my house.

Simon-

        I plop down on one of the many love-seats. They're all a deep red velvet color. The ceiling is high and vaulted. There are lamps but otherwise no crystal chandelier. I'm slightly disappointed.

        Baz comes back with a file in his hands. He places it in front of me and sits on the couch across from me. I hold it and look at him. He raises his eyebrows, "You're supposed to read it Snow." I glare at him then lower my eyes to the file. I open it and three pages blow out.

August 8

        I stopped by the orphanage again today.  Simon still hasn't shown up. The headmistress was worried about the young boy. The last time they saw him they were trying to bathe him and he sparked like a plug. The no-mages are concerned. I continue to use a memory spell on them for the magic but that will only last so long.

        There's something very peculiar about the child. He is by far the most magical child I have ever laid eyes on. Davy keeps trying to get a glimpse of him, I won't let him get close to the poor child. Every time he talks about him, Davy gets a mad glint in his eyes.

        The headmistress told me that the Snow boy had gone missing during the middle of the day. He hasn't turned up. I'm worried about the boy. We checked all of his usual hiding places but to no avail.

        Davy is outraged. He's looking for the boy with a mad fever, although I can't rule him out for taking the boy. I don't even know how he got word of the incident.

August 9

        Still no sign of the boy. Davy is in hysterics. Basil doesn't seem too happy that I'm not spending my time with him. The boy is powerful and I'm worried that the Humdrum may have taken him.
                                                                                        August 10
        We found the boy crossing traffic on Maple St. earlier today. He had no idea what was going on or where he was. He seems unharmed, at least for now. I dropped him off at the orphanage and then chatted with the headmistress for a while. She was just as concerned as I was about Simon. Whatever's going on I feel like Davy and the Humdrum are connected to it.

I lift my eyes from the handwritten entries. Baez's arms are crossed and he's wearing an odd expression, a guarded expression.

"Who?" I ask.

"My mother," his voice is tense and strained. His gaze is burning into me. I feel like I'll light as easily as flash paper. I lower my eyes to my lap.

"Well?"

"Well what Snow?" His tone has become harsh.

"You said-" I clear my throat, "y-you said you had a question for me."

Baz uncrosses his arms and leans on his knees. I look up and hold his eyes.

"Snow-" his eyes are fragile, this is the second time I've seen him like this. I don't like it, "my mother died only three days after she wrote this," he nods towards the papers. "I want to know what happened. I want to figure out who Davy is and find him, and the Humdrum... and I-" he scowls, running his fingers through his hair, showing off his widow's peak. He lowers his eyes, "I need your bloody help."

A/N: I wrote half of this on my phone in an airport. I hope you enjoyed it because it was a pain in the butt to write 😂.