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[team two] Next To You I'm Home
Simon Snow; G; ~250 words
Almost everyone has left Watford for the Christmas Holidays. Every single one of the students has gone home this year, and the rest of the staff - Snow aside of course - have gone. Even Headmistress Bunce agreed to a full week off given the arrival of yet another grandchild - Penelope’s this time.
I would usually go home, Daphne begged for hours but after the debacle at her birthday dinner a few months ago, I’m not stepping foot in that house without a full apology from my father. So, basically, I’m never setting foot in that house again.
It’s not like I need to anyway, Watford is my home again, it has been since I started teaching here two years ago - Greek, currently, but I think I’m in good standing for Magic Words once Possibelf retires. Snow has been teaching here for five, because you don’t need a Normal University Education to teach about Magickal Creatures, and Snow has probably met or slain more than any Mage alive so he was the most suited for the new position. I hear that Penelope’s American husband could give him a run for his money, but he’s a Normal and the Headmistress still has some standards.
Snow almost wasn’t allowed back either, since he’s not technically a Mage anymore, but despite the protest from some of the Coven members, my Father included, she permitted it. He is still, she argued, part of the World of Mages - and he still swings that new sword of his as skillfully as he ever did the old one.
TBC
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