Simon has an unprecedented amount of magical power, and is thus dubbed "The Chosen One", the prophesied Greatest Mage. Raised among the "Normals" (humans without magical powers) Simon was discovered as a child by his mentor The Mage, who is the headmaster of Watford, and the leader of the magickal world. Maybe he’ll see me up here before I see him.Simon Snow is an 18 year old orphaned magician returning to Watford School of Magicks for his eighth and final year. I walk the ramparts at night in a white dress and a knee-length woven cloak. Maybe I wouldn’t have to be evil-but Baz wouldn’t expect me to be good, always so good. Would I have to be evil? Slip poison into people’s drinks? Cast dark spells? Or would it just be sitting next to a different boy at a different table … Being beautiful on another side of the room. And I don’t even know what that would entail. I can’t break up with Simon for a Tory vampire-my parents would disown me.
I followed him into the Wood that day I still don’t know what I was thinking. I played along sometimes-maybe I should be grateful that Baz never called my bluff.īecause maybe it wasn’t a bluff.
Teasing me away from Simon, then just teasing me. That he’d do anything to get between us.īaz was always there, cutting in at every dance. I know that he hated what Simon and I have. I know that Basil, I don’t know … thinks about me. And he’ll unfasten my ribbons and tie them around his arm, or his thigh. That he’ll see me up here, waiting for him on the ramparts, and really see me for the first time-There’s the answer, he’ll think. That he’ll see me standing at the wall, my hair whipping in the wind and my dress billowing out around me … Before I leave, I blow my words out the window with a “Clear the air!” I sigh, then sit down on his bed and look at our meagre lists. Part of me wishes he were following her, but I don’t think he is. “I’m going for a walk,” he says, marching towards the door, leaving his wand on his bed. Simon exhales loudly and runs his hands through his hair, making it stand up in curly bronze chunks. I try to stop her-“Agatha, wait, you’ll get caught if you leave by yourself!”-but she’s already closing the door. I start a new column in the air, but Agatha stands up and starts walking out. “All right,” I say, “maybe we should move on to questions now-what don’t we know?” She thinks our Normal neighbours are getting suspicious.” Mother says they can’t meet at our house anymore. “Father’s had lots of emergency Coven meetings. “I don’t know,” she says, frowning and fiddling with her skirt. “Agatha,” I say, “what else have you heard at home?” “And, Simon, didn’t you say they were unloading things back in the stables? We could sniff around back there.” “So we know the Mage’s Men are raiding…,” I say. His wand is in his way, so he pulls it out of his back pocket and tosses it on his bed. He gets up now and walks over to the window, opening it wide and sitting on the ledge. Dragons, numpties, ne’er-do-wolves-they all have magic.īut you’re not a magician unless you can control magic, unless you can speak its language. It sounds like classist nonsense, but in a way, it’s true: “It takes more than magic to make a mage,” is what Baz has always said. There are still a lot of people who don’t accept Simon, even among the Mage’s allies. The Mage had to make Simon his heir to get him into school-and to have him entered into the Book of Magic. Here’s that saviour you’ve been talking about for a thousand years.Įven the people who didn’t believe it couldn’t say so out loud. Anyway, Mum says that when the Mage brought Simon back to Watford, it was like he was calling bluff on the whole World of Mages.
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