“Welcome back to Watford,” the Mage said, clapping Simon on the shoulder.
They’d never hugged. Penny thought that was weird. The Mage had made Simon his heir two years ago. Good dads usually hugged their sons.
Simon didn’t mind. He didn’t like hugs that much (they felt like being trapped) and he knew the Mage didn’t think of himself as anyone’s dad. He was Simon’s headmaster. It would be weird if they hugged.
please reblog this with a link to your favorite underrated snowbaz fic(s). i need some recs bc my read later list has gotten too long and i don’t know where to start