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Baz
Scenes Night is possibly the biggest night of the year for the Watford theatre program, besides the fall play and spring musical.
It’s the one night of the year that I get to show off my full acting range, which is rather impressive if I do say myself. Everyone who signs up for Scenes Night gets to participate in one to two scenes, usually one spoken and one sung.
So, when the time for sign ups roll around, I don’t hesitate to write my name on the list. I know I’ll get great roles, the director, Miss Possibelf, favors me.
Acting and music have always been my favorite activities. They’re an outlet, a way to let out some of my pent-up emotions without going too far.
Not to brag too much, but I’m theatre royalty at Watford. The Mage can’t seem to stand it, which is why he’s always pushing Simon bloody Snow to join the plays and musicals. Not that theatre is actually important to him- he’s never shown up for a single performance. He’s too busy running around pretending like he’s a Robin-Hood-type vigilante.
I suppose I should be grateful that the acting seems to be the one thing Simon won’t listen to the Mage on. It might be the only thing preserving my sanity at this point.
Snow’s everywhere. He trails me like a lost puppy. Desperate to find solid evidence to prove I’m a vampire.
He’ll never get any. I’ve been careful to make it that way. I go straight from the dining hall to the Catacombs after dinner to feed- it helps that I finish eating in half the time that Snow does. At this rate he would have to handcuff himself to me before he’d even notice me slipping in and out of the dining hall- don’t give him any ideas.
It doesn’t help that he accuses me of plotting constantly. Whether it’s to justify rummaging through my personal belongings or a limp excuse to blatantly stalk my every move- it doesn’t matter.
Oh, Simon. If only you knew the truth.
Thank the Cauldron he’s never signed up for Scenes Night.
Simon
Baz is plotting.
He’s always plotting, but it’s serious this time. Why else would he be avoiding me so well?
Penny doesn’t agree with me, “Simon maybe he doesn’t want to fight with you.”
“Penny it’s Baz we’re talking about! We’re sworn enemies! There’s no way he doesn’t want to fight me, he ALWAYS wants to fight with me!”
Penny sighed and closed the book she was trying to read, “Simon. When was the last time Baz actually initiated a fight with you?”
“I don’t know. Last year? I mean, who keeps track of this stuff? Baz, probably. I bet he has a notebook that’s dedicated to keeping score and coming up with ways to piss me off. I wonder where he hides it. Maybe if I check under his bed-”
“Simon!” Penny yelled, earning some surprised looks from the first and second years in the hall.
“But Penny he’s-”
She held up a finger, “You’ve reached your limit on Baz-talk for the week. I’m going to the library to study for our Elocutions exam. You can join me, if you’d like, but if you so much as mention Baz I will not talk to you for the rest of the week.”
I should study, but I’m not in the mood. “Thanks Penny but I’ll pass this time.”
She laughed softly and patted my shoulder, “I’m sure you will.”
I didn’t get her joke until later.
I was too preoccupied with seeing what Baz was doing.
He was reading a flier on the wall next to the theatre. What could he possibly be up to? Was this part of his plot? Maybe this was why he’s avoiding me.
He’s still reading over the flier. His hair is falling in his face but he’s not pushing it away. Instead he picked up a pen and scrawled something on the flier in his stupid perfect loopy handwriting. I don’t know why it surprised me to find out his handwriting was like that. It’s Baz. Everything about him is perfect.
He smiled to himself before walking away from the flier in the opposite direction. That’s weird. Baz never smiles. He smirks and sneers plenty, but smiling? Not Baz. He must be plotting something really evil.
I walk over to the flier he was looking at. It wasn’t a flier at all. It was a sign-up sheet for Scenes Night.
I don’t know why I linger over the sign up. Maybe this is a chance to catch Baz in the act (no pun intended). Without thinking I grab the pen and write down me and Penny’s names.
This is perfect! The Mage has always encouraged me to take up acting! It’s also a chance for me to keep an eye on Baz. Penny will be thrilled!
I glance over the list of students signed up. It consists of Baz, Dev, Niall, Agatha, a few students in the years below us, and now Penny and me.
I grin and make my way to the library. I’ll give Penny the good news (carefully leaving out that Baz is involved) and then maybe I’ll even join her in studying!
I should have signed up for Scenes Night years ago.