Forever After

Chapter 1

Baz:

"Aliester crowley Snow. Do you plan on shoving all that down your throat?" Simon, not expecting me, jumps and swallows his food.

Slowly turning to face me. He's acting like he hasn't see me every morning and night for the past 7 years. Such a dimwitted fool.

I plaster a smirk on my face as I watch him gaping at me like a fish out of water. Opening and closing his mouth thinking of something to say. "Christ, if you can't think of anything to say, close your mouth."

Simon, being the dimwitted self he typically is, blushes a light pink and closes his mouth. Sighing, I absentmindly wipe invisible crumbs off of my suit jacket.

"What do you want Basilton?" Simon asks in a fustrated voice. "I was trying to enjoy my breakfast before you so rudly interrupted."

Penelope Bunce, Simons right hand woman, trys to discreetly kick at Simon but still nods in agreement with him.

What do I want? I shrug and look around the dining hall as if looking for someone. Its just four long tables with mini Christama trees spaced throughout the tables for Christmas. And windows, floor to celing on the walls facing outside to let light in so that we only need to light the candles in the chandeliers at night. (I dont even know why candles, we have a computer lab and students are allowed to bring phones with them on campus if they have one.) There is only a couple dozen kids left for the beginning of Winter Break. More will leave in a week or so and by then only a handfull will be left here at Watford School of Magicks.

I sigh and ask "Do you mind if I sit here? It seems my friends have left for break. And though it is repulsing, I dont feel like sitting alone." Simon and Penelope both are wearing suprised faces. Simon with his annoying mouth hanging slightly open. And Bunce looking dumbstuck slowly nods.

"Mind you." Simon says, "Have what you want from my plate, I wasn't in fact going to shove it down my throat. I got it for me and Penny to share, but there's more than enough for you too." Nodding I slowly sit down.

A good foot away from Simon and nonchalantly take an apple from the large mountain of food and take a bite. "So what were we talking about before I walked up?" Simon, looking blank doesn't answer but Bunce does.

"We were talking about how many flies Barry Allen, from the Flash, swallows. Or more like I was talking and he was stuffing his mouth full." Nodding, I act as if I'm paying attention but really its on the git to the right of me.

Beutifull git I should say. I love his "just got done having sex" hair. (It only gets like that when he doesn't brush it after he wakes up in the mornings) I wonder what it'd be like to run my hair through his golden pile of curls? Sighing internally (Im sighing to much in the last hour, I should stop. It's over dramtic, even for me.) I focus on Bunce so that I dont drool over Simon.

"Do you always have pixie dust in your hair?" I ask and Simon groans and puts his forehead against the table. Bunce, looking slightly embarrassed trys to shake out her thick mane of hair and earns a couple whistles.

"No, its my roomate Trixie. Shes a pixie and is always bringing over her girlfriend. She tends to not bother figuring out which bed is which before they hunt eachother." Bunce says. I chukle and ask, "Hunt?" Simon, wincing, answers. "When she says hunt, she means when they have sex."