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Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck f-
“Where the hell are we?” Baz hisses under his breath.
We had been fighting in the Wavering Wood just before-
“I don't know,” I whisper back, summoning the Sword of Mages with the same breath.
He'd been talking to Agatha. Again.
He's been getting more adamant about stealing her away from me this year, and it's been driving me mad, though, not as mad as Agatha just going along with it.
Not that she's mine to keep!
But Baz is a vampire and-
I whip my head round to him as he's standing and wiping his mouth. Just in the corner of it, I swear I can see a trickle of red.
I jolt to my feet, pointing my sword at him, and he almost seems surprised.
“What the fuck, Snow?”
His lips are most definitely more red than usual.
“This is your doing, isn't it!” I accuse.
Baz sneers. “Of course you would think I had something to do with this.”
I press towards him, and he glares, drawing his wand.
“You used Aggie to lure me into your trap!”
He scoffs. “If I wanted to lure you away alone, I'd hardly have needed bait. You're getting nearly as bad as you were in Fifth Year.”
“Did you bite her?” I glare.
His gaze turns venomous. “No. ”
“But you bit someone .”
“I didn't bite anyone because I'm not a vampire. ”
I open my mouth to prove all the ways he's nowhere near being human, when a small, mocking laugh rings through the dead trees.
“Funny… ” it croaks.
We both turn at once as a short figure dressed in brown emerges from thin air.
“Who are you ?” I demand, at the same time Baz hisses, “How did you get us here? ”
They giggle again, slipping behind a tree, and it echoes out in all directions. Out, Up, Down, In . It leaves my head ringing.
“What do you want from us? ” I shout at the sky, fearing I might already know.
They appear again, only a few feet behind us, clutching a colourful red ball. They toss it between their hands.
“You're a special boy, Simon Snow,” they whisper, but it leaves my eardrums pounding in the aftershock.
Baz’s eyes are wide as he tries to track their movement around us, spinning haphazardly in any direction. “It can't-”
I growl, feeling my magic surge up within me at the same moment an arid, sucking dryness pulls at the air.
“You're going to save the World of Mages, one day…” they laugh. It bounces around my skull.
“Snow, I think it's-”
“Show yourself! ” I shout at them, and I'm boiling. It can't, It's not, It can't-
I spin to find them directly behind me, watching me with what should be blue eyes, but are hidden behind what looks like a sepia filter. They bounce their red ball.
“You're the Chosen One,” I grin at me.