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Niamh is standing in the hall behind me. Not dressed for the office. She’s wearing jeans cuffed high
Oh i know what you are
“Me first,” I say. “I have magic.” “So?” Simon says, running ahead of me down the stairs. “Simon!”
It’s a dark room. Philippa is here. Her hands are tied. And a man is holding a wand to her head. “Drop your wand,” he says. “Now.”
QUE
Philippa would have us believe that Smith is a villain who tied her up and locked her in a basement. But I’ve tied things up and locked them away before, and I’ve always had a good reason …
“So you moved into the basement…” “So that no one would ask questions. Or lose faith. Just because the spell wore off for me doesn’t mean it will work that way for everyone else.”
Girl this is beyond sus simon stop believing this bullshit
“Everyone has instincts, Niamh.” “Not me. I have … a university education.”
last time I was here, I saw Baz drinking a deer. I wasn’t frightened—I mean, I was a little frightened. But mostly I was excited. To share a secret with him. To be close to something thrilling and forbidden. He held my hand that day. I wanted him to kiss me.
Si soy
It’s mortifying to think about now, the way I felt torn between Baz and Simon … I was just standing between them. And not even in a romantic, dramatic way. I was like a dead badger lying in the middle of the road,
Bajajajjajajaa
It makes me feel like I’m about to be kissed. And like I’m a fool to want it.
There are too many red flags here. And I know that’s rich coming from me.
“Smith, that’s not—” “Your years of deception have come to an end!” he shouts. “You’ve done enough to hurt the World of Mages!”
Que perra
I’m not hurt. I’m just at a loss.
The doe cranes her head back, too exhausted to reach it. I bring the baby over to her face, and she licks away the gunk.
Maldita sea a nadie le importa
I lift up my chin, so it’s there, if she wants it … She does. She kisses me. Niamh.
Disculpa que
“I’m not telling you anything until you tell me where Snow is,” I say when it’s my turn. “Easy, Baz. He’s in my office.” “Is he under arrest?” “Not yet.” The headmistress narrows her eyes. “Should he be?” “No. He should be given a medal. And a pension.”
So true baz
“And now … oh, and now…” She sniffs. “Basil, will you just take me home?” Thank fucking Crowley. “Of course.
So sweet
“Basil?” “No, thank you, sir. I’m driving.”
Man of ma dreams
I was so terrified when I realized that Simon had gone to the Chapel by himself … Then I was irate that he’d lied to us … Now I don’t know what I am. I’ll decide after I see him again. After I’ve had a chance to inspect him for damage.
“All right, Baz?” I put my hand on her wrist. “All right, Bunce.”
Awe
I trust Miss Christy. She’s patched me up more times than I can count.
Madame pomffrey hi
I let her cast spells on me that I’ve never heard before. Nothing happens—I’m inert.
Ki
Baz steps closer to me. There’s a line between his eyebrows. He’s unfolded his arms, only to put his hands on his hips. He doesn’t say anything.
Baz…” I start, not sure how I’ll finish. He shakes his head again. “You can’t lie to me, Simon.” “I—” “Daphne is waiting for me,” he says. He turns to go.
Stand your ground my brother
“My sister was a brilliant magician. She was so good, they sent her to Watford a year early.”
Maldita sea someone tell this kid who his parents are coño
“My friend Penelope started school early, too.” Penny had to wait almost a year to go the pub with the rest of us.
Le tuvo miedo al exito pero que se hace
it was the Mage.” I turn my whole head towards him, then whip my eyes back onto the road. “The Mage?” “Uh-huh.” “Your sister dated the Mage?” “They met at school.” “I didn’t know the Mage dated…”
Oh please keep telling him jt just gets better
Daphne and I don’t talk about things. Not usually. Not really.
“How am I going to explain this…” “You might not have to,” I say. “My father is usually relieved when I don’t explain things.”
So true-
She looks up at me, still hesitating. I hold out my hand. “Come on, Mum.”
Awe
(I never would have raised my voice in this situation, even at 8.)
Baz 🥺
Mordelia pouts. “Baz, no—” “Come on, Mother’s not going anywhere.” I take Swithin from my father and haul Mordelia towards the back door. “Let them have a hug. You know they won’t do it in front of us.”
This is so cute
you could come home for holidays. And bring a friend.” “I…” I look over at her. Is she joking? My father would set me on fire if I brought Simon home. (Any boy, really. He’d set me on fire twice if it was Simon.) “That doesn’t seem likely.”
Lloramos? Lloramos :(
All of my unanswered messages from last week are still there. I shouldn’t reread them, it will just make me melancholy—I do read them, of course—
Si soy basta
I definitely shouldn’t text Simon right now. Simon hates texting, even when he isn’t trying to ghost me.
I smile. And roll my eyes at myself some more. It takes nothing to please me.
I stare at the screen for a second, not sure what to say next. Simon and I don’t have text conversations. Not usually. Not really.
Honestly. It’s easy to set my anger aside; I don’t want to be angry with Simon. If anything, I want to apologize for being angry with him. Which isn’t fair. He’s the one who lied.
you were right about smith.” Well, obviously. “Yes.”
“i wish smith had been the real thing” For fuck’s sake. “Why?” “because then i could stop feeling bad about letting everyone down, they’d have a greatest mage to do all their great mage stuff”
“Baz?” “You have never in your life let anyone down.”
“I let you down all the time.” “It isn’t ‘letting someone down’ to be depressed.”
“you let me down all the time—I think that’s just being in a relationship—
“I liked every part of it! I know you think it was wrong that the Mage used me and made me fight, but I liked it. I miss it. I liked having a job, and I liked that specific job, and I liked knowing who I was.
In a larger sense. I didn’t know who my parents were, but I knew who I was. Who I was supposed to be. Who the fuck am I now, Baz?”
understand that you’ve lost something—a lot of things—but you’re still the same person. I know, because I loved you then, and I love you now, and I know that’s not enough to make you happy—to make anyone happy—but you’re the same person, Simon. You’re still you.”
Let me cry bye
“It’s enough,” he finally grumbles. “What is,” I whisper. “The fact that you love me. It does make me happy.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,”
you can’t lie to me every time there’s trouble. You can’t sideline me from every battle.” “Are you expecting lots of battles in the future?” “You may have forgotten who you are, Snow, but I haven’t.”
Are you still coming back?” “Simon…” I know he’s damaged and insecure, but he keeps questioning the one thing I know for certain.
“Basil, did you rob your own mother’s grave?” I shake my head. “My father gave it to me. Years ago, as a keepsake. He told me that my mother used to wear it every day…”
I look down at the ring. “I think my father hoped I might give it to a girl someday…” Fiona snatches it from my palm. “Simon Snow is not getting my mother’s sapphire.” I laugh. “Homophobic.” “It isn’t because he’s a boy,” she says. “It’s because he’s a pain in my arse.”
I WOULD NOT give simon snow a family heirloom
