Since Light didn't help me with this, here's part 2. It's probably gonna be shorter but *shrugs* who knows

"Hey! Virgil!"

Virgil stopped in his tracks and then started to walk faster.

"Don't walk away from me!" Logan snapped, trying to catch up with his friend. "Hey! Virge!"

Logan broke into a run and grabbed hold of Virgil's satchel strap. "Listen to me." Logan said. Virgil sighed.

"What?" Virgil asked with an eyeroll. His friend crossed his arms with difficultly - he was holding at least ten different papers - and glared at him.

"Where were you last night?" Logan asked. "You promised to help me with studying but you weren't there and I had to settle for Oscar instead."

Virgil pulled at the collar of his shirt slightly. "What's wrong with Oscar?"

"Nothing!" Logan protested then sighed. "Look, you know I love my brother but he's a Slytherin. He's cunning but he's not smart. I need another Ravenclaw to help me. But in all seriousness, where were you?"

Virgil was about to answer when there was a crack of fireworks and whoop from the Great Hall. Logan and Virgil looked at each other before sprinting down the hall, the papers clutched in Logan's arms flying everywhere and Virgil's bag thumping against the side of his leg.

"Oh Merlin's beard." Logan breathed at the sight in the Great Hall.

The Gryffindors had taken advantage of the lack of teachers in the Great Hall and were throwing papers and Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes fireworks everywhere. Some were standing on the benches, most were standing on the table. The Hall was filled with cheers and screams from the other students and cracks and bangs from the fireworks. Unsurprisingly, the ring-leader of this chaos was none other than Roman Winston, Gryffindor's best Chaser.

"Fucking Meta Knight, of course." Virgil hissed. He grabbed his wand and dropped his satchel on the ground.

"Roman Winston!" Virgil yelled, storming up to the Gryffindor table. "Just what do you think you're doing?!"

Roman turned around, grinning and trying not to step on any of the remaining plates on the table.

"Oh, hey Sunshine." Roman said, apparently unaware of Virgil's aura of complete and utter fury. "We're just having some fun. Something you wouldn't understand."

Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not exactly what you said last night." He said. Roman's face flushed red.

"You've got five seconds to get down from that table, Princey, or I'm going to hex you into oblivion." Virgil said, his fake air of calm somehow even scarier than his fury. "Understood?"

Roman didn't say anything as he slowly got down from the table. "Thank you, Roman." Virgil said. He waved his wand to clean up the mess the Gryffindors had made. "Talk, corridor, now."

Virgil walked back to Logan and grabbed his satchel. Logan was smirking at him. Virgil looked around.

"What?" He asked.

"So that's where you were last night?" Logan said. "Is that why your shirt's buttoned up properly for once, as well?"

Virgil glared at Logan, blushing pink, before stalking away.

"Help me." Roman hissed. Logan shrugged.

"You brought this on yourself, mate." Logan said. He didn't think he'd ever seen a Gryffindor so terrified in his life.

Virgil unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, careful to not show any of the marks Roman had left last night, and shoved his wand in his satchel, muttering darkly.

"Sunshine? Sweetheart? Baby? Darling? Love of my life?" Roman asked, hurrying to catch up with Virgil.

"Pet names aren't going to save you now, Roman." Virgil said sharply. "You're such an idiot. Don't you realise how dangerous that could've been?"

Roman looked down. "No one got hurt." He muttered.

"But someone could've." Virgil insisted. "What even was your plan? Create chaos while the teachers are gone and then what? What happens when they come back?"

Roman opened his mouth to speak. "I'll tell you what happens," Virgil said before he had a chance, "you get in trouble and you get detention and you miss out on Quidditch and you get sad." Virgil sighed and his tone softened. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at your stupid idea but I'm not mad at you, okay?"

"Okay." Roman said quietly. Virgil sighed again and gave Roman a hug. Roman hugged him tightly, his face buried in Virgil's shoulder. Virgil couldn't help but laugh.

"You're a weirdo, Meta Knight." Virgil said.

"I'm your weirdo." Roman mumbled. Virgil laughed again and pressed a small kiss to Roman's head.

"Yeah, yeah." Virgil grinned and let go of Roman. "Come on, idiot. We've both got Astronomy."

"But we'll be early." Roman said.

"Being early to class never hurt anyone." Virgil took Roman's hand. "Now come on."

"Oh, you're joking." Virgil said, stopping at a notice-board posted in the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Roman asked.

"It's the stupid Student Council again." Virgil said. "First it was their idiotic idea to set up that silly kiss cam and now guess what they're doing? They're banning gatherings of more than 10 people from different Houses because the Houses mixing cause 'disruption'. I'll tell you what causes disruption, forcing kids to kiss because of a fucking stupid camera causes disruption. What is this, the 20th century? Is Dumbledore headmaster again?! What's up with the bigotry?"

"Let's just go to class, Sunshine." Roman said, tugging on Virgil's hand. Virgil started walking with Roman again but he didn't stop ranting.

"I mean, what's up with that? From what I've read, the Second Wizarding War really helped stop bigotry. You know, they were so sure Slytherin wasn't going to fight for Harry Potter but they did, anyway. Did you know that out of the 40 Slytherin students, 24 fought against Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters? Including Gregory Goyle, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Blaize Zabini?! I mean, that's just brilliant." Virgil ranted. "But now we're back with the bigotry and sticking to your own House and if they think this'll stop any of us, they're so wrong. Because there's no way I'm gonna stop meeting my friends from Hufflepuff and Slytherin just because of some bigots who run this fucking school."

Virgil looked up from the floor and caught Roman staring at him. "What?" He asked. Roman jumped and blinked.

"Er..." Roman seemed to stall, his cheeks blushing red. "Nothing." He swallowed. "You're just, er, really passionate about this stuff, aren't you?"

"Of course I am." Virgil said. "The Student Council are idiots and I'd join if I thought I as a single person could make it better. But why're you blushing about that?"

Roman looked down at his feet and muttered something unintelligible.

"What?" Virgil asked.

"I just think you're really pretty when you get passionate about things." Roman mumbled. "You know, you're eyes go all sparkly and bright and you get a little bit of colour in your cheeks and I just think it's really cute."

Virgil felt his face heat up. "Uhm-" For once, he was at a loss for words. Roman had never flustered him beyond words before.

"Thank you." Virgil muttered quietly. "I think you're really pretty too." He said that even quieter but somehow, Roman heard him.

Roman grinned and puffed out his chest. "Obviously." He received an elbow in the side for his remark. "Hey!"

Virgil giggled. "Idiot." He said fondly. "Come on, we're gonna be late."

How did this get to 1000+ words? I seriously have an issue.
Bye,
Blaize