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“When has Bunce ever ignored a dangerous proposition?”
If I had to describe his face and general mood right now, I’d go with unhappy-go-unlucky.
It’s Smith-Richards himself. Dressed like a very wealthy folksinger.
“What’s the Coven?” “Not even a little bit your business.”
You know that phrase, “out of the frying pan, into the fire”? People say that like it’s a bad thing. But what’s the alternative—out of the frying pan, onto the counter? Out of the frying pan, onto the sofa.
“I’m always holding on by a thread! I thought the important thing was that I’m holding on!”
“How can you be insecure, Baz? You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.”
LOL
I look like the most laddish member of a boy band. I think Baz is only lending me clothes that he’d never wear himself.
He looks like a very handsome, very judgy owl.
“You look like a steampunk vampire.” “That’s absurd—”
“I’m sorry…” I shake my head. “That I didn’t figure it out sooner. I—I would have liked to have had you for a friend here.”
It’s everything I ever wanted. He’s better than I hoped.
He kisses my cheek before he walks away. I like that. All the easy kisses he’s giving me. All the checking on me and checking in with me. You might think it would be irritating, but it really isn’t. It makes me think it would have been nice to have someone looking out for me like this all along.
Maybe that’s a paranoid way to think, but you’re more likely to run into Simon and Baz during an epic battle between good and evil than you are down at the pub.
I was possibly the third wheel the entire time Simon and I were dating.
But I am having the time of my life with Penelope Bunce.
I’ve learned so much about magical weddings, I could probably officiate one.
I am very affected. Very. Very, very aware of Penelope Bunce. And how cute she is.
There are no diminishing returns with Shepard—you just like him more and more until your head explodes. Until you actually die from liking him so much.
“I wouldn’t want to trade who you are,” I say, “for someone or something else who could do magic.”
He could smile at anyone … He’s smiling at me.
I hope she doesn’t regret it. I’m glad she can’t make me forget it.
I am never going to regret kissing you. I’m never going to regret a moment we’ve spent together, even though I regret the mistakes I’ve made…”
(I would sleep on a bed of straw to be close to him. I’d sleep in the back of a truck.)
“If you can’t be gay at Ikea,” Snow reasoned, “where can you?”
We’re going hunting after this. And then we’re getting fish and chips. And then we’re going back to Simon’s apartment together. Tomorrow morning, we’ll have toast in bed.
“This is a very bad idea,” I say. “Your favorite kind.”
“I regret to inform you,” Penelope says, sounding a lot like someone who works at the DMV and doesn’t feel any regret at all,
“You’re an absolute madwoman! You summoned a demon in your living room. You’re an entire crazy train!”
“Stevie Nicks and Gracie Slick. I let the pair of you out of my sight for a week…”
It was like watching someone play chess with Death.”
“To Penelope,” Shepard says gently, holding his teacup in the air. “My hero.”
Keeping Snow out of trouble is a two-man job.
It’s going to take them two weeks to catch up on the week they spent apart.
“She said she only has two and a half friends, and she can’t afford to lose any.” “Am I the half, or is Agatha?” “You’re both three-fourths.” “Fucking Bunce.”
“You don’t look angry.” “You can’t see me.”
💀💀
I can still see him, even when I can’t, even with my eyes closed—I know his face too well.
“I want my sheets to smell like you.”
“You smell like a cave.” “That’s romantic.”
SIMON💀💀💀
I remember looking at you and thinking, Well, of course Natasha has had the best possible baby. Isn’t that just like her?
“But the truth is … he makes me happy. He always did.”
We’ve got to make decisions for the living. You know?”
(Why did he bring neckties and three-piece suits to my flat? What was he anticipating?)
Niamh frowns even harder. Like she’s really putting her back into it.
To think that my teachers thought pop songs were unstable—my own son brought down a classroom wall with a “Yeet.”
😭😭😭
Smith is pointing his wand at me like he’s Gandalf and I’m the Balrog.
No one will believe me later when I tell them that Headmistress Bunce jumped from a window at the top of the Weeping Tower, but I saw it with my own eyes.
(How many history books is Penelope going to end up in? And for how many reasons?)
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.)
“Are you expecting lots of battles in the future?” “You may have forgotten who you are, Snow, but I haven’t.”
