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thesphererp2019-12-20 11:40 pm
fuckingtragedy) wrote in thesphererp2019-12-20 11:40 pm
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Memory Share: Simon Snow
[note: this text is almost directly from the book, only small modifications were made.]
You didn't think rich people actually ate this way. At a long table covered with red and gold cloth. Thick napkins tied with poinsettias. Platters with heavy silver lids.
It wouldn't surprise you if rich people really don't live like this -- but that the Pitches do it, just to make a scene. If this is Christmas Eve, what do they have planned for tomorrow?
"Sorry we're late, Mother," Baz says, pulling out a chair.
"What a nice surprise, Mr. Snow," his dad says. He's smiling, but in a way that makes you regret your decision to come back into the house.
"Thank you, sir. I hope I'm not intruding," you say.
Baz's stepmum smiles, too. "Of course not." You can't tell if she means it or is just being polite.
"I invited him," Baz says to his father. "It's not like he has anywhere else to go at Christmas." You can't tell if Baz is actually being rude to you or doing it for show. You can't read any of their faces -- even the baby just looks bored.
You thought there might be extended family here for the holidays, miscellaneous Grimms and Pitches, but it's just Baz's parents and his siblings. There's the older girl, Mordelia, then two other little girls, maybe twins -- you're not sure how old, old enough to sit up by themselves and gnaw on turkey legs -- and a baby in a fancy carved high chair tapping a rattle onto his (her?) tray.
They all look like Baz's stepmum: dark hair, but not black like Baz's, with round cheeks and those Billie Piper mouths that don't quite close over their front teeth. They don't look dangerous enough to be Baz's siblings -- or his father's children. Penny says the Grimms are less political and less deadly than the Pitches, but Baz's dad looks like a pit viper wearing a pin-striped suit; even his snow-white hair is scary.
"Stuffing?" Baz asks, handing you a platter. It seems like their servants have the day off. (You've counted at least four since you've been here: Vera, two women cleaning, and a man out front shoveling the walks.)
You take a big scoop of chestnut stuffing and notice that there's almost nothing on Baz's plate. The platters and boats go around twice, and he just passes them to you -- you wonder if he has an eating disorder.
You eat enough for both of you. The food here is even better than at Watford.
You didn't think rich people actually ate this way. At a long table covered with red and gold cloth. Thick napkins tied with poinsettias. Platters with heavy silver lids.
It wouldn't surprise you if rich people really don't live like this -- but that the Pitches do it, just to make a scene. If this is Christmas Eve, what do they have planned for tomorrow?
"Sorry we're late, Mother," Baz says, pulling out a chair.
"What a nice surprise, Mr. Snow," his dad says. He's smiling, but in a way that makes you regret your decision to come back into the house.
"Thank you, sir. I hope I'm not intruding," you say.
Baz's stepmum smiles, too. "Of course not." You can't tell if she means it or is just being polite.
"I invited him," Baz says to his father. "It's not like he has anywhere else to go at Christmas." You can't tell if Baz is actually being rude to you or doing it for show. You can't read any of their faces -- even the baby just looks bored.
You thought there might be extended family here for the holidays, miscellaneous Grimms and Pitches, but it's just Baz's parents and his siblings. There's the older girl, Mordelia, then two other little girls, maybe twins -- you're not sure how old, old enough to sit up by themselves and gnaw on turkey legs -- and a baby in a fancy carved high chair tapping a rattle onto his (her?) tray.
They all look like Baz's stepmum: dark hair, but not black like Baz's, with round cheeks and those Billie Piper mouths that don't quite close over their front teeth. They don't look dangerous enough to be Baz's siblings -- or his father's children. Penny says the Grimms are less political and less deadly than the Pitches, but Baz's dad looks like a pit viper wearing a pin-striped suit; even his snow-white hair is scary.
"Stuffing?" Baz asks, handing you a platter. It seems like their servants have the day off. (You've counted at least four since you've been here: Vera, two women cleaning, and a man out front shoveling the walks.)
You take a big scoop of chestnut stuffing and notice that there's almost nothing on Baz's plate. The platters and boats go around twice, and he just passes them to you -- you wonder if he has an eating disorder.
You eat enough for both of you. The food here is even better than at Watford.
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[He can't hide the fondness in his voice.]
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[Look, some vampires have gooey centers. Baz happens to be one of them.]
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I--
Baz.
You keep talking like that, I'm liable to fall for you.
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And then, because he's a total romantic (and can't just let them have nice things)...]
Baz can you meet me back at the dorm right now?
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[He's pretty sure he's headed for long silences and hand-holding, but he doesn't really mind.]
Need me to bring anything back?
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Just get back here.