Here you go folks!

Another Hogwarts AU, also, keep reading after the one shot, because I have some news...

TW: Knifes (nothing bad actually happens though), swearing 

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Virgil was simply minding his own business, drinking his Butterbeer and going over every single detail of a conversation he'd had with some kid in a park approximately five and a half months ago, when he felt some unknown thing crash swiftly into the table he was sitting at. After getting over the initial shock, he glanced over to his left, and right there, precisely where his own hand had been sitting just seconds before (he'd moved it to take another sip of his drink), was a long, sharp knife.

It appeared to have been thrown, and the particular angle at which it was tossed had made it get stuck in the soft wood that composed the tables present at The Three Broomsticks. It stood there, obliquely, eerily, as if it were taunting Virgil...Mocking him for being scared. After all, it did not touch him, did it? Why should he be so frightened? 

'Yeah, it's just a fucking knife that flew into my table and almost stabbed me right through my hand, totally normal, every-day stuff...' he told himself sarcastically. 

Tearing his eyes from the sharp object, he looked around the pub, trying to find the culprit of what he now feared might have been an attempted assassination. And yet, no one seemed to have a guilty or plotting look on their face, and the fact disturbed Virgil a little. He was either dealing with a complete psychopath, or some jerk who played cruel (and dangerous) pranks on people just for amusement.

Frankly, he didn't even know which one he'd rather encounter. 

Then, he heard it. Low, whispered, arguing in a corner behind him. The source of the sound were three people talking. Two of them, Virgil knew, quite well actually, but the other he'd only ever heard about. Roman King, one of the most popular guys in school, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and an absolute charmer. 

In Virgil's humble opinion, he should be jailed for being so infuriatingly handsome.

Anyway, they were talking, and the other two (a serious, but also seriously smart, Ravenclaw called Logan Tech and a bubbly, friendly Hufflepuff by the name of Patton Heart) appeared to be scolding the third for something. Virgil had by now zoned out thinking about what he should do, looking in their direction, which would explain why the Hufflepuff gave a cry of joy as he noticed Virgil was also at The Three Broomsticks that afternoon. 

"Virgil!? Over here!" 

And by then, the anxious one knew it was too late to go back, so he walked over to their table, an unsure expression on his freckled face. "Hey Kiddo! You didn't tell me you'd be coming to Hogsmade too!"

Virgil coughed lightly to clear his throat and answered. "Well, I didn't plan to, but Rem and Jan were making out in the our dormitory, and the common room was packed with first-years, so I figured I'd come and have a Butterbeer, I guess..."

As he finished talking and glanced up, he saw Patton with a huge grin on his face and Logan with a small, content smile on his. All while the Gryffindor was raking a hand through his light brown hair to rearrange it, or checking his nails, or just avoiding to lookin Virgil's direction in general.

'Wow, rude...'

"Well Virgil, it's good to see you. Would you like to join us?" questioned the Ravenclaw. With a nod, the short one agreed, but still maintained a look out for any indication that it was them who played that cruel prank on him, just minutes earlier. Soon he noticed that something was off, Patton was acting strangely. Well, not really "strangely", but he continued to fuss over Logan way more than usual, or at least that's what Virgil thought.

Now that he took a better glance at him, he understood the Hufflepuff's concerns. The blue-and-bronze boy looked extremely pale, and was hunching his shoulders, a thing that Logan would normally rather die than do. What was wrong with him? 

"Lo, that's it, we're going back to the castle and talking to the Headmistress." 

A sigh echoed beside Virgil. "Patton, you can't demand to see Headmistress McGonagall for something so insignificant."

Then, a slam. Patton had sat up fast and smacked his bottle of butterbeer on the table. "This is not something insignificant, Logan! You're hurting!" 

Eventually, the shorter boy seemed to convince the taller one, and they left together, their whispered conversation audible only to them as the wind howled outside. Suddenly, Virgil remembered the student sitting in front of him. 

"Well, I-" began the anxious one. 

"I'm really sorry about the knife!"

Virgil did a double take. This was the guy who had nearly made him necessitate a hand amputation? 

"So it was you? Why the fuck would you do something like that?!"

"I'm sorry-" replied the Gryffindor with a huff, "-I was practicing launching and movement charms and I messed up. That's how the knife at our table, uhm, jumped over to yours...And I apologize once more." 

Virgil felt himself almost smile at the other's cheeks which were flushed with embarrassment. "Don't worry about it, you Royal Idiot, mind if I stay and finish my drink with you?" 

"Only if you promise not to murder me in my sleep later today as a revenge for my awful charms skills..."

They both laughed, Roman a loud, booming, joyful burst and Virgil a small, amused giggle. 

"No promises, Princey..." 

Virgil couldn't stop smiling all day, even as he got in bed. Making new friends was hard, but with Roman it had seemed the easiest thing in the world. 

'Just don't go falling for him, mate-' he scolded himself, '-remember, you don't want a relationship, least of all with a guy like him.'

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And now, here's the prologue of a NEW BOOK! 

That's right, I started another one-

Here's the link to it —>https://www.wattpad.com/story/235501833-uncovering-the-truth-sanders-sides-au

Please, PLEASE check it out! It's a little different to what I'm used to writing, so I'd love to get as much feedback as I can get.

TW: Mentions of murder, mentions of suicide, swearing 

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(Prologue [On The News])

"-and as our last piece of news for tonight, we're sorry to announce the death of Roman Leandro, the famous Broadway performer, who had just earlier today received a Tony nomination for his performance as Dante Alighieri in the new musical, 'Poeti'."

"He was found deceased in his family home, a pistol by his side. Even now, the police are investigating and doing their best to figure things out. Their main question, as Sergeant Collins has revealed to us during a short interview this afternoon, is weather or not the actor's death was suicide, or murder."

"'We will be interrogating his closest relations first-thing tomorrow-' says the Sergeant to which he later added, '-and to all of his friends, family, acquaintances and fans, we assure you we will do all we can to find out the strategics behind this terrible occurrence'."

As the footage from the interview cut off, the man at the desk spoke. "With that in mind, let's all come together and have a moment of silence for this young and incredibly talented man, may he Rest In Peace."

The news presenter put on a sad frown and held it for a good thirty seconds. Then, his face immediately brightened as he delivered the closing statements.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, that's all the updates of the area for today, now, here's Mr. Allen with the weather."

He sighed. 'Poor guy...It's too bad, he seemed like a jolly good fellow, heh...-'he reminisced, '-Bethy was distraught when we didn't go see him as in Poeti, but damn, those tickets were expensive as shit...'

The man later hopped in his car and drove home.'It really is a pity...'.

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And...there it is! Again, I really recommend giving it a chance :)

And that's all from me, thank you for reading!

Byeee!

~K.A.P.!

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