Forgive me, Peter
My lost fearless leader
In closets like cedar
Preserved from when we were just kids
Is it somethin' I did?
“—but Daphne softens him. She’s the reason I got a mobile phone when I turned 15. And the reason I got to go on school trips. And probably the reason my father didn’t murder Simon after our ancestral home lost its magic. She’s a good person. A good stepmother.”
Daphne Grimm | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy
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And you said I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.
I thought this was the same post and I nearly cried
And you said I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.
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mmmm snowbaz kiss from At the Speed of Light
A little something I did for @orange-peony fic which I love with all of my heart 🥺🥺
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This one’s for @bookish-bogwitch 💜
Lady Ruth has been teaching Baz some food magic. Simon is very impressed and very excited for giant cinnamon rolls
“It’s a memory book,” he says. “They used to give them out at Watford before the Mage took over. At your leavers ball. It’s got class pictures from every year and little stories…” He holds the book open to a page full of photos. It makes me wish I had something like it—I don’t have any pictures of myself or my friends.
Or, fulfilling Simon’s wish (and mine tbh).
I mean, she was fierce as a lion. And darker than most people were comfortable with—all the Pitches are—and she fought the reforms with her own teeth and nails. But she loved Watford. She loved magic.
Natasha Grimm-Pitch | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy
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They are booping each other
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It was a rainy day, so Simon and Baz went on a library date. Luckily, they had the book Baz was looking for in the very small print section
Crochet Baz only steals hearts!
“You’re expecting someone!” James almost sings out, happy to have cracked the code. Not that it has been one particularly difficult to crack, as Sirius is freshly showered, his hair washed and blow dried, face shaved, and body bathed in gallons of his favourite overpriced cologne – of course he’s expecting someone. And he knows that if he were to touch Sirius’ chest, it would probably feel smooth under his fingers, but he doesn’t need his theory tested that badly as it is quite evident in itself that Sirius is preparing for something. Or someone.
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“You can’t go up because he’s expecting someone,” James explains and he doesn’t actually feel that great about himself when he says it out loud, no matter how happy he is for Sirius.
“Someone?” Remus raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“A guy,” James says. “He’s having a guy over.”
You look lonely, I can fix that.
“I do know Lady Salisbury. She’s probably my grandmother age, but she hangs out with my mother’s set. She tells bawdy jokes and always encourages everyone to eat more cake.”
Lady Ruth Salisbury | Women of the Simon Snow trilogy