TW: The angst has come back in :D
*Logan POV*
I snuggle against Virgil. It's three AM.
"I need m-m-more light," he mutters to himself through a yawn.
"Get a flashlight then," I whisper.
"We already threw ours off the roof for the light gods four hours ago, remember?" Virgil asks.
"You threw the backups too?" I ask.
"Um, yeah. Gods and demons aren't people you under-sacrifice to," Virgil states.
I sigh. He's an idiot sometimes.
"Do you really believe in that shit?" I ask.
"Nah, but it's fun to make others think it's real," he says.
I nod sleepily.
"So can you do some swish swoosh magic and get me some light?" Virgil asks.
"Swish swoosh?" I ask with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, do the magic," Virgil mumbles.
"You're going to be asleep by the time I do it," I say.
"Worth it," he says, getting quieter and quieter. I can tell he's exhausted.
I smile and pull together some very faint, blue light. Its brightness is equivalent to a dim lamp from an old house.
"Pretty. Just like you," Virgil mumbles.
I smile. He is the greatest person I've ever met and he only deserves the best in this world.
"You should get some sleep, Vee." I throw a blanket over him and slowly take his book away.
"Are you suuuuuure? 'Cause I can pull another all-nighter," he says, "Third one this week!"
"Yeah, you are going to sleep now whether you like it or not," I say.
"Awwww, can't we stay up a- a- a-" he stutters through a yawn.
I pat his head.
"No. You need sleep, Vee," I say.
He snuggles up to my chest. After just a few seconds, I hear his light snoring, so I relax. I look up at the stars.
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It's around eight AM when people start to wake up and leave. I try to shake Virgil away to no avail.
"Virgil, get up," I say.
"Mmmmm no," he grumbles.
I grab him by the arms and tug him up. He stumbles and falls into me.
"Alright alright, I'm up. Away from the warm bliss of nothingness," he says.
"At least I let you keep your blanket," I say.
He looks down at himself.
"Yeah. But now I can go right back to sleep in my dorm," he says.
"If your roommates don't wake you up again first," I point out.
He frowns.
"Yeah. Or that," he says.
We walk back downstairs and part ways as I go down to breakfast and he goes to his dorm.
"Look bitches, I'm going downtown. We are out of all coffee and literally any good snack foods," I hear Remy say as he exits and I enter.
"Rem, we still aren't allowed to go there," some kid says.
"Meh. Mr. T and I are chill; I'm sure it will be fine," Remy says.
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Sanders School of Magic (Analogical)
Fanfiction6 teens. 5 abilities. 4 shared classes. 3 reasons to hate each other. 2 groups. 1 unlikely romance. Logan is 15. He's a total nerd, and he possesses the ability to manipulate energy. When he arrives at Sanders School of Magic, he meets two people...