September 4th, 2019
7:02 AM
24/7 Ye Olde Magick Shoppe
Watford classes begin for young mages at six years old and are mandatory until Eighth Year. The Ninth - Thirteen Year is optional but is a prerequisite for Mages who want to further their knowledge of magic by going to a Grad Magic School... and any Mage who goes there.
Any Year above Seventh Year can leave the campus whenever they want. The town of Watford is a town that is very ancient but mainly for the normal. There is a shop for the normals who want to be entertainment magicians, but the owner has an underground shop for Mages.
"Ah, Young Mr. Snow... I have been waiting for you to visit for quite some time," A man behind the counter smiled when he walked in. The man looked to be around his forties and smelled like nothing Simon had ever encountered.
"I'm sorry, have we met?" Simon asked him, honestly unsure. As the Heir of the Mage, he had met countless witches and wizards from functions he was brought to.
"No, you're just famous in the World of Mages... hell, the entire Supernatural World," he smiled, "Balthazar," The owner extended a hand for Simon to shake.
"Oh..." Simon forced a chuckle, shaking his hand. "I um... I was hoping to see the crystals and stones?" Simon asked him. Crystals were a fad that was going around Watford. Some could be used to help your moods and emotions. Others could be paired to enhance your magic. If you asked Basilton, he would have told Simon they were a lot of shit.
Balthazar gave Simon a 'wait-one-second' finger, jotting something down on a Post-it.
"This is the number for a very talented therapist. He isn't a Mage but knows more about your world than many mages do. Give him a call and set up an appointment, kid,"
Dr. October Wilson
Cambridge Graduate
407 NE Wilshire Ave. Room 93
Business Hours 8 AM – 8 PM
"He is a fairly busy man. Here is his number, too. Just shoot him a text or give him a call, tell him Balthazar Bizby sent you,"
"H-How did you know, and why did you give me his number?" Simon asked
"I know everything, Simon Snow... You don't need the help of some stones. You need some serious help," Balthazar told him, giving him a patient smile. "The town is very distracting, and you have Professor Partridge's Alchemy Class in forty-five minutes. You better take your cute little tush over there. She doesn't like students skipping the first class or being late,"
"I er... thank you?" Simon blushed as red as a tomato. He was going to leave, but Balthazar held up a finger.
"I think a gem won't hurt for you to have. It helps with nightmares, spellbinding, etcetera." He opened a little drawer and pulled out a little clear periwinkle gem. "This is called a Lunamite. It helps with fear and draws Moon Rays closer to you."
"Oh, thank you... How much do you want?" Simon gently grabbed the gem after the man placed it in a baggy.
"It's on the house if you call Dr. October," Balthazar said while Simon was getting ready to deny it, "Go on... get," he waved the boy off like a dog. Simon supposed the man was right. He did need to head back before he would be late for class. It took him just about that to get her.
Simon ran to the metro before he could get distracted by anything else. He smelled the bakery across the street, and it had to take a lot of willpower for him not to wander into it. As he walked into the subway, it still needed to be more crowded. Everyone had a seat for them to sit in, which was nice. On the way here, Simon had to stand up.
He made sure to type in the number of Dr. Wilson into his phone since it was easy for him to lose something. He also texted him because he was a little forgetful, too. He grabbed the little pouch with the gem in it. He thought the Lunamite was gorgeous.
In typical Snow fashion, Simon let the stone slip from his fingers as soon as the subway took off. He gulped and was about to dive after it, but one of the other few people at the back of the subway car caught it.
"Thank you," Simon smiled as the guy returned it.
"Lunamite?" The guy asked, and Simon nodded, "Does a demon possess you?"
"Huh?" Simon widened his eyes and gulped, "N-No, nightmares,"
"Ah," He said, unsure if Simon knew what he was talking about, "Shepard Love," He reached out his hand to shake.
"Simon Snow," He met Shepard's hand, raising an eyebrow when Shepard gave him an odd look.
"S-Simon Snow?" Shepard couldn't believe it. His luck in meeting the supernatural was ever so lucky.
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9:07 AM
Professor Partridge's class was boring to Simon, though he was excited for his upcoming classes. Eighth-year classes differ since the students are old enough to do more dangerous spells. You can explore your magic capacity more than learn how to tame it.
Simon didn't like change. He was glad that he would be able to stay at his school longer than most other schools. He was a little sad about the friends he would say bye to at the end of the year. He was happy that Penelope and even Baz. I would be guaranteed to go into the upper years with him.
Simon's next class was at 1 in the afternoon. He was happy that it was Tuesday when he only had two classes. Professor Partridge was the professor for Higher Learning Alchemy. Simon was very excited about the next class.
This would be the first year it would be back since 1980. Professor Petty taught Magical Creatures. Most class activities are field trips into the Enchanted Forest and Dark Woods, forbidden to anyone in lower years. He did have to admit that he was mostly excited because he saw Ebb as a mother figure.
Dr. October had gotten back to Simon quicker than he thought. He had also gotten back to Simon's reply even sooner. He followed the instructions he was texted and called the office number. It was picked up on the second ring.
"Simon, I have been waiting for your ring,"
"How did you know it was me? Are you like Balthazar?" Simon was puzzled as he was still confused at
"No, Balthazar called me about you possibly calling, and I have caller ID," Dr. October chuckled, so Simon nervously chuckled with him out of embarrassment.
"I um... I need to learn how to do this. I haven't ever been to a shrink,"
"Well, you don't have to be embarrassed by asking for help. Also, 'Shrinks' are highly professional and help with stress. I am a part of the supernatural world, so you don't have to keep anything from me," The Doctor explained.
"Balthazar didn't tell me your reason for needing a visit with me, but it must be serious. He rarely sends his customers to me." October said more to himself than Simon. "The First Three Appointments will be free. After that, you can ask Marge in the Watford office for insurance if you want me to treat you. When is the next time you are free?"
"Er... yeah, right now," Simon said in his signature chaotic fashion.
"Great. The meeting will run either how long I see fit or however you wish to talk to me. See you in thirty?" he said and hung up.
"Yeah, Love you," Simon said and gulped, glad the man had already hung up. He habitually said that whenever he was on the phone since he only called Penny.
Simon snuck off of campus so Penny wouldn't follow him. He also didn't think he would want Baz to know he took his comment seriously in finding a therapist. When he woke up, he had no idea what he would do. He never would have thought it would be going to a therapist recommended to him by a weird store owner.
"Bloody Hell... am I doing this?" Simon asked himself as he was getting onto the Metro. He couldn't help but think about how The Mage would look down upon me for seeking mental help, but after this summer, he hated David.
He was brought back in time, and last saw the Mage a few months ago. He went on an Ogre Slaying trip with the Royal Mage Army. He hadn't found out more about him over the summer than he ever had before. He could snoop around the house when he was alone... he probably would have respected the Mage's space if the man had given him the same courtesy.
Simon was trying to stop thinking about the closest person he had for a father figure, but then he heard his name. "Hi, Simon," Shepard said from the other side of the subway car. Simon gulped and looked around, seeing they were the only ones there. "Relax, okay? I am not going to blow your cover..." Shepard said slowly, standing up and walking over to sit beside him.
"I don't know what you are talking about,"
"When I said you were the greatest Mage in the world of Mages, you yipped for running out of the car at the wrong stop." Shepard pointed out.
"What are you doing still in here?" Simon sighed, "Are you trying to spy on me?"
"No, I just like to ride on here; I like meeting people," Shepard shrugged, "I got to meet you. I met a satyr the other day, and the first day I was here, I met a vampire."
"Yeah, there isn't a lack of those," Simon muttered.
"I must admit I was hoping I would see you again," Shepard said, and Simon raised an eyebrow. "I want your number,"
"Why? So you can take me out and pick my brain for everything you are curious about," Simon mumbled.
"Are you okay?" Shepard asked, and Simon sighed, "I would never ask you something you are uncomfortable with... yes, I am curious, but I am new to town, and I want to make some friends."
"Sorry," Simon said, hating being rude to people. It's not like he couldn't befriend humans. He technically didn't tell Shepard about him being a mage.
"How bad are the nightmares?" Shepard placed a comforting hand on Simon's back. He noticed that the boy's knee was tapping away in anxiety.
"I am going to therapy... I have never had to go to therapy before," he exclaimed.
"Oh, thats all? therapy is cool," Shepard said, trying to make him feel better; he had never been to therapy a day in his life.
"It is?" Simon said with the cutest puppy eyes he had ever seen.
"It's going to be intense at first. You might not want to go back because it is too many emotions... but if you stick with it, you will learn tools to help you better deal with problems you face later in life," Shepard said, just giving a general description of therapy.
"You think you? Do you go to therapy?"
"I think it will be very good for you," Shepard said, keeping him company for the rest of the ride.
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