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Simon
Baz has been missing for nearly 6 weeks, and I am on the verge of going insane.
He usually arrives a few days after I do, so I didn’t think much of it when I first got here. But then classes began, and he still hadn’t shown up. When I talked about it with Penny, she suggested that maybe his family has pulled him out because of the war, like what was happening to others kids belonging to the Old Families.
But I know Baz, and he never would just skip 8th year, even if it was optional. He cares too much about beating Penny and being top of the class. And if not for academics, he would surely just stay at Watford to torment me, that prat.
I know there must be another reason he didn’t return (most likely that he was plotting something), but I couldn’t find any information. I followed Dev and Niall around for a bit, but they seemed to know nothing, or acted like it. I tried looking through his side of the room for evidence of plotting, and found nothing. Penny argued that that was a major violation of privacy, but I think that if Baz was plotting something it was my right to know as his arch-nemesis. I even searched the entirety of the Catacombs, to see if maybe Baz was hiding out there, but again I found nothing.
Days past by, and nobody seemed to care that he still hadn’t returned. His name wasn’t called for attendance anymore, there was no news from his family about his whereabouts, and Penny began to cover up her ears every time I tried to bring him up. “I can’t listen to you talk about him anymore Simon,” she said, exasperated. “You’ve reached your Baz conversation limit for a decade.”
It doesn’t help that I have nothing else to distract me. The Mage isn’t at Watford to give me any instructions, and Agatha has decided that we’re on another break.
“I just need some time to myself, Simon,” Agatha had said to me. “I need to figure out things, and it would be good for us to spend some time apart.”
I tried to understand, I really did. But Agatha and I were meant to end up together. After the war, we would get married and start a family. It was destiny, and I don’t know why she was trying to ruin it all. I had a feeling it had something to do with Baz, but I think if I brought it up it would only make things worse.
You see? Baz isn’t even here and he’s destroying everything. He’s the reason my relationship is failing, and I’ve spent so much time looking for him my grades are suffering. I can’t sleep either, knowing he’s out there, plotting. Maybe this is his plan. He wants me to drive myself insane wondering what he’s doing, while he’s probably relaxing at his home, getting entail from his minions and laughing at me. That sounds just like him.
If he thinks he’s gonna win, he’s wrong. I’m not gonna let that git ruin my life. No way. I’m gonna stop worrying and focus on me, and try to fix things with Agatha, so everything can go back to normal.
I failed. Baz is stilling getting to me. Agatha barely speaks to me anymore, and doesn’t sit with me and Penny at meals. My grades have somehow gotten worse, and so have my sleeping habits. I can barely smell him in our room anywhere. It’s like the room is forgetting that Baz is gone too.
“Stop it, Simon.”
Penny’s glaring at me from across the table, for whatever bloody reason.
“What? I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You’re clearly thinking about Baz, seeing that you have a foul look on your face, and your magic is leaking.”
“Oh.” She’s right. I can see some of the other students looking sick, and I’m guessing it’s because of my magic. I try to calm down so my magic would stay under control, but that all goes up in the air when the doors fly open.
I jump up, knocking over my chair. Penny tries to hiss at me to sit and relax, but I can’t.
Because guess who’s just walked in, acting as if everything is fine and that returning after a 6-week disappearance is an everyday ordeal?
Baz.