Roman woke up to a loud beeping noise, causing him to groan in annoyance. "Five more minutes," he mumbled to his alarm clock, waving a hand in the air. Sparks flew from his fingers and time quickly came to a stop, giving Roman as long as he needed to properly wake up.

What would have been an hour later, had time been working, Roman was up and running around the house. Logan sat at their shared kitchen table, sipping from his coffee mug and reading the newspaper. Despite it being early in the morning, he was already dressed in his usual deep blue shirt and black tie for work. His blue and black wings were still out since he wasn't headed to work just yet. Just before Roman left for school, Logan would cast a spell on both of them to keep their wings hidden, at least for a while. Roman could cast the spell himself, but Logan did a better job and was more experienced, so Roman just let him do it instead.

"Good morning, Roman," Logan said, barely glancing up as Roman sprinted into the kitchen and grabbed a banana. "Did you freeze time again this morning?"

"Yeah," Roman replied, rummaging through the fridge.

"So that's why I felt weird when waking up," Logan mused, adjusting his glasses.

"Sorry 'bout that," Roman mumbled, getting himself a bowl of cereal.

"Any plans for today?" Logan asked, folding up the newspaper and placing it on the table in front of him. He summoned a croissant and bit into it, waiting for Roman to join him at the table.

"I'm meeting up with some witch from school at a local coffee shop. He's making me an anti-writer's block potion," Roman explained, shovelling food into his mouth.

"Make sure to test it for poison before taking it," Logan warned. "I hate to be suspicious of any other magical beings in our neighbourhood, but you can never be too safe."

"What're you doing at work today?" Roman asked, turning the conversation around.

"Experimenting with a new virus. I can't say too much, but it should give us a chance to fix the Earth a bit." Logan was a scientist working for a fey-run company that was trying to combat global warming. Humans and witches worked in the company too, but his department was solely fey. Still, he hid his wings just in case.

"What, are you going to poison the planet? Survival of the fittest and all that? Get everyone locked inside so you can detoxify the oceans?" Roman joked, peeling his banana.

"Something like that, yes," Logan answered seriously. Roman stared at him wide-eyed.

"Wait, seriously?" Logan nodded. "Dude. . . that's harsh."

"It is what needs to be done," Logan said, standing up. "You should hurry or you'll be late. If you freeze time again, I'll make sure you're one of the first infected with the disease."

"What is it you have against me messing with time?"

"It gives me a headache. Now, get going."