In books, when people wake up in a strange place, they always have that disoriented moment when they don’t know where they are. “What did you think you were doing with her cat?” Simon scowled and ignored the boy’s pale hand. But you can call me Baz-we’re going to be roommates.” You’re Simon Snow … the Mage’s Heir.” He held out his hand smugly. The boy ignored them, tugging his school jacket neatly into place and smiling with the left side of his mouth. It landed on all four feet and ran from the room. “Hullo,” the dark-haired boy said, letting the cat drop to the floor. The boy laughed and held the cat higher-then noticed Simon standing in the doorway and stopped, his face sharpening. He was spinning around, holding a cat high in the air while a girl jumped and clutched at it. A boy with slick, black hair and cold, grey eyes.
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