SnowBaz One-Shots

Chapter 5

Baz appears on the head of the stairs just as she makes her way down.

"What? Did you get locked out of your own magic room?" He smirks and opens his door.

And because I'm all over the place and I can't seem to have any control over my mouth, "Baz. I missed you," and go inside. Shutting the door behind me and refusing to think about what I just said. I just take a shower and fall asleep.

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Everyone is leaving today for Christmas and so the Great Lawn is full of excited children and teachers who are looking forward to their weeks off. I hug Penny and wave to Quarantine, telling her that if I feel up to it. I might come to her party thing. Though that seems very unlikely. The place is quiet by sundown and it reminds me of my first few days back. Sneaking into the dining hall to grab a snack and watching the stars.

I don't think as I make my way across the pitch and towards a place that gives me a pang in my heart to think about.

I see the goats before I see the small house and finally, my brain starts to wonder why it's taking me there. I don't even know if the door would open, but when I twist the handle it darts open like it was waiting for someone to urge it.

It smells like Ebb in here and when I walk around the place, the floor creaks slightly under my weight and because Ebb isn't here, the house has cold air flowing through it from an open window. I know nothing will work without Ebb's magic to function it, but I still try the lights and the tap. Which gives me nothing. I go into her small room, and it doesn't feel like trespassing. It more so feels like coming back to a place which will always be there to greet you.

Her dresser has an array of photographs that show their age. Of her with, who I assume is, Nicodemus. Of her with a goat in her lap, she looks very young in this one. There is one of just the goats on the hill around sunset. And there is one of a 12-year-old me and her, I remember it was taken by another teacher though I can't seem to remember her name. We are both smiling to the camera, and there is also a blurred goat beside my head. The picture sends a painful knife through my heart, and I tuck it into the pockets of my jeans before I leave. I think I needed some closure.

I pet a few goats that roam around here. They seem to have a magnetic pull that doesn't seem to let them leave. I don't think they want to leave.

The woods and the pitch pass by me as I make my way back to the lawn. I think I want to grab something to eat, and because there is still food in the dining hall for the few people who haven't left, I go there.

There aren't a few people, there is actually no one there. I grab a plate and fill it up, and then proceed to sit on top of the table and cross my legs and dig in. I grab the picture out of my pocket and look at it. I don't even realize I'm crying until someone comes to stand next to me, making a shadow over the table.

"It's bad manners to sit on the table, Snow."

"It's bad manners to sneak up on people, Baz," I look up at him, and he looks surprisingly casual. His hair isn't even slicked back, and he has a sweater and a pair of jeans on. The jeans through me off because they seem so unlike him, but also like they were made to fit his body only.

"Why aren't you with the sunshine gang back in London?" He says I think he notices the tears but doesn't comment on them as he sits in front of me on the table. I don't comment on it.

"They all had things to do. Plus I wanted to stay here. Why aren't you back in your gothic mansion?"

"I didn't feel like sleeping with the gargoyles."

"I think you scare the stone."

"It's not my fault they are born like ugly little devils."

"How would you like it if I called you an ugly little devil?" I smile even if I don't want to.