Simon stared at him. Its Christmas Eve?
Yes, Baz groaned.
Simon walked around his bed glumly. He hadnt realized it was Christmas Eve. Hed have thought that Agatha would have called him. Or Penelope
Levi sighed. Penelope.
Cath read on.
Maybe his friends were waiting for Simon to call them. He hadnt even bought them gifts. Lately, nothing had seemed as important as finding the white hares. Simon clenched his square jaw. Nothing was as important; the whole school was in danger. There must be some pattern he wasnt seeing. He quickened his step. The stone in the tower, the stained glass window, the sigil, the Mages book
I give up, Baz whined. Im going to go drown myself in the moat. Tell my mother I always knew she loved me best.
Simon stopped pacing at Bazs desk. Do you know how to get down to the moat?
Im not actually going to kill myself, Snow. Sorry to disappoint.
No. Its just you use the punts sometimes, dont you?
Everyone does.
Not me, Simon said. I cant swim.
Really , Baz hissed with a hint of his old vigor. Well, you wouldnt want to swim in the moat anyway. The merwolves would get you.
Why dont they bother the boats?
Silver punt poles and braces.
Will you take me out on one? It was worth a try. The moat was one of the only places left in
the school that Simon hadnt searched.
You want to go punting with me? Baz asked.
Yes, Simon said, tilting his chin up. Will you do it?
Why?
I want to see what its like. Ive never done itwhy does it matter? Its Christmas Eve, and you obviously dont have anything better to do. Apparently even your parents cant stand to be around you.
Baz stood suddenly, his grey eyes glinting dangerously in the shadow of his brow. You know nothing about my parents.
Simon stepped back. Baz had a few inches on him (for now), and when Baz made an effort, he could seem dangerous.
Im look, Im sorry, Simon said. Will you do it?
Fine, Baz said. The flare of anger and energy had already faded. Get your cloak.
Cath glanced over at Levi. His eyes were still closed. After a second, he opened one. Is it over?
No, she said. I just didnt know if you wanted me to go on. I mean, you get the idea.
Levi closed his eyes and shook his head. Dont be stupid. Keep going.
Cath looked at him for another second. At the lines in his forehead and the scruff of dark blond hair along his jaw. His mouth was small, but bowed. Like a dolls. She wondered if he had trouble opening it wide enough to eat apples.
Your madness must be catching, Baz complained, untangling a rope.
The boats were stacked and tied off for the winter. Simon hadnt been thinking about the cold. Shut up, he said anyway. Itll be fun.
Thats the point, Snowsince when do we have fun together? I dont even know what you do for fun. Teeth-whitening, I assume. Unnecessary dragon-slaying
Weve had fun before, Simon argued. Because he didnt know how to do anything with Baz but argueand because surely Baz was wrong. In six years, they must have shared some fun. There was that time in third year when we fought the chimaera together.
I was trying to lure you there, Baz said. I thought Id get away from the thing before it attacked.
Still, it was fun.
I was trying to kill you, Snow. And on that note, are you sure you want to do this? Alone with me? On a boat? What if I shove you over? I could let the merwolves solve all my problems.
Simon twisted his lips to one side. I dont think you will.
And whyever not? Baz cast off the last of the ropes.
If you really wanted to get rid of me, Simon said thoughtfully, you would have by now. No one else has had as many opportunities. I dont think youd hurt me unless it played into one of your grand plans.
This could be my grand plan, Baz said, shoving one of the punts free with a grunt.
No, Simon said. This one is mine.
Aleister Crowley, Snow, are you going to help me with this or what?
They carried the boat down to the water, Baz swinging the punt pole lightly. Simon noticed for the first time the silver plating at one end.
Snowball fights, he said, following Bazs lead as they settled the boat in the water.
What?
Weve had lots of snowball fights. Those are fun. And food fights. That time I spelled gravy up your nose
And I put your wand in the microwave.
You destroyed the kitchen, Simon laughed.
I thought it would just swell up like a marshmallow Peep.
There was no reason to think that.
Baz shrugged. Dont put a wand in the microwave lesson learned. Unless its Snows wand. And Snows microwave.
Simon was standing on the dock now, shivering. He really hadnt considered how cold it would be out here. Or the fact that hed actually have to get into a boat. He glanced down at the cold, black water of the moat and thought he saw something heavy and dark moving below the surface.
Come on. Baz was already in the punt. He jabbed Simons shoulder with the pole. This is your grand plan, remember?
Simon set his jaw and stepped in. The boat dipped beneath his weight, and he scrabbled forward.