"Here we are," Patton announced. Logan turned off the car. Virgil looked at the house. It was simple, but looked cozy. Walking inside Virgil noticed how bright everything looked. A big difference to the room he had at the orphanage.

"Let's show you where your room is going to be. We can start getting you settled," Patton walked off; Virgil following behind. Logan smiled and sat up to his desk to finish some papers.

Patton walked upstairs with Virgil trailing behind him.

""Here it is," Patton stated. He opened the bedroom door. The room was bare except a bed, dresser, and nightstand.

"We didn't know what you liked so we left it plain so you can decorate it with your own style. Tomorrow we plan on going shopping for bedroom accessories as well as new clothes for you." Virgil nodded. He set his small bag down.

"Let's go back downstairs. You must be hungry," Virgil nodded and followed Patton.

As soon as Virgil was sitting up to the table Logan walked into the room.

"I don't want to pressure you Virgil," Logan said. " But we want to get to know you more. If you're willing to tell us some of your backstory." Patton handed Virgil a couple cookies and a glass of milk.

"Just until dinner is finished," Patton explained when Logan gave him the 'I'm going to lecture you later' look.

"Uh... I don't know my parents. I've had my...uh powers, for as long as I can remember and I've lived on the streets until I get sent to the orphanage. There's really not much of a backstory." Virgil briefly explained.

"Dinner is done," Patton got the plates out. Virgil set the cookies off to the side. Patton dished Virgil a plate and everyone sat up to the table. Virgil saw the plate in front of him and started picking in it. Patton and Logan making a light conversation about something that happened at a school. Logan turned to Virgil.

"Are you going to eat?" The teacher asked him. The boy shrugged.

"I'm...uh...I'm not used to eating this much," Virgil admitted.

"It's okay kiddo," Patton smiled at him. "Just eat what you can then you can go to sleep for the night. You must be tired."

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"From the top! We have to get this right!" The director yelled. Everyone scrambled onto the stage. "Good job Roman on the last part! Keep up the good work!" The said person smiled from where he was on the stage.

They played over the part again and again until it was nearly perfect.

"Okay that's a wrap for today! Remember to come tomorrow for rehearsal. We don't have much longer until we have to perform." Everyone nodded and started walking out.

"Roman," The princely figure turned towards the director. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course," Roman smiled.

"In the mall there's a costume store. I can't remember what it's called at the top of my head, but it's between a clothing store and an ice cream parlor

"I'm sure it can't be too hard to miss," Roman stated.

"The store is closed this late, but just pick it up on your way here tomorrow afternoon. Roman nodded and walked out.

Roman pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello?"

"Hey," Roman responded.

"Oh, Hi Roman. Sorry, I didn't expect your call. I thought you were rehearsing."

"No, we just got done for the day, but I'll be back tomorrow,"

The person on the other line chuckled. "You'll be back, like before."

"I will fight the fight and win the war." Roman finished. They both started laughing. "Thank you, Joan"

"For what?" He asked.

"I called for a distraction from my thoughts and now I have a 'Hamilton' song stuck in my head." Roman chuckled.

"Well, you've got to admit it's a cool musical. But if you're done rehearsing do you want to come over? We can talk if you want to,"

"I'd like that," Roman responded. "I'll see you soon then. Bye," After Joan said bye to Roman he hung up and headed toward their house.

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"Knock, knock," Roman announced as he opened the door.

"Goodness Roman. It took you long enough," Joan said. "I've been waiting for you for hours." Roman rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Still need a distraction?" Joan asked. Roman nodded.

"It's been almost exactly ten years," Roman mumbled.

"I know," They nodded their head.

"I just can't help but think. Maybe I did imagine the shadows. I haven't seen anything like that before or since,"

"We may never know," Roman sighed.

"But I want to know. I want to know if it was just my mind or if there's someone out there with the capabilities to hurt and kill someone." Roman continued talking. Joan listened to his friend.

"Yep you do need a distraction." Joan mumbled to himself. "And I'm going to give it to you."

"What'd you say Joan?" Roman stopped talking.

"What day is the play that you're putting on," Joan asked him.

"About a week," Roman told them. "It's the same day as the ten year anniversary."

"What's your costume going to look like?" Joan asked trying to change the subject.

"I am playing the prince." Roman announced

Joan chuckle. "Well I know that," They said.

"It's got the look the best. The director said it has to be able to catch the attention of the person in the back of the room." Roman smiled. "The play is interesting though."

"All the performances you are in is interesting," Came Joan's reply, "because you, my friend, are an interesting person."

"Not because I'm in it," Roman chuckled. "But because of the plot line. I'll tell you the basics," Joan nodded listening intently to what Roman was saying.

"Go ahead," They told him.

"The prince is protecting the kingdom when a wizard comes and tries to take over. The wizard uses dark magic to scare most of the villages away. After he causes chaos he leaves in a cloud of black smoke, but before he does he traps a princess in a curse. He then vanishes and vows to be back. Later they get word that the wizard has been caught and is being held in another kingdom's dungeon. The prince then saves the princess." Roman explained briefly.

Joan's eyes widened. "That's similar to your situation if you think about it." Roman nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I realized that." Roman sighed. "Though I am starting to question it." Roman looked at Joan. "What if it never really happened?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Joan questioned.

"What I mean is, what if it was just my imagination. I've never seen anything like it and the medics said when they examined him that it was a heart attack and I just let my imagination run wild."

"Why are you questioning it now though?" Joan asked. "You never have before." Roman shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the thought that I'm never going to get answers. It's been ten years almost and I still don't know anything except what I saw, or what I think I saw. I don't think I'm going to get any answers."

"Well it's getting late, you should sleep. We can hang out more in the morning before you go to rehearsal." They told Roman.

"I'd like that," Roman yawned. Joan chuckled as they both stood up.

"I'll see you in the morning. Make sure you get lots of sleep," Roman nodded.

"Bye," He waved and walked out the door.

When Roman got home he went to bed, hoping his parents didn't mind that he was home so late. He usually stayed out late to hang with friends anyway and today was no different.

"Besides," Roman mumbled to himself while getting his pajamas on. "I'm almost 18 and I can leave this house."

Roman smiled at that thought when he laid down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Honestly I've never written Joan as a character before. I hope I'm doing okay at it and if anyone has any improvements on how to write them please let me know.