Everyone avoided them. Understandable.

The three villains sat on the table in the very centre of the cafeteria. They all had food on plates in front of them, only one untouched. They were whispering to each other, communicating in tiny smirks and eyebrow raises.

Everybody around them was too nervous to introduce themselves. Good.

They didn't want any company other than each other. The cafeteria staff didn't trust them at all, shooing them away from the counter the moment they'd collected their food. Janus still managed to steal an apple, which Virgil was shrivelling with magic.

The cafeteria wasn't silent at all, obviously. If it was, the villains wouldn't be talking. They weren't used to crowds. Patton collected his breakfast and bounded over to his best friends.

"C'mon, Pat, let's go sit!" Laughed Roman, beginning to walk backwards into a crowd that parted for him.

Logan sighed at Romans' 'irresponsible and dangerous' behaviour, following after the prince. Patton giggled, skipping after them as he made enthusiastic haste to the middle table. The three princes paused.

Janus looked up from whatever he'd been saying and locked eyes with Patton. "Do you need anything?" He drawled, lazily.

"You're sitting at our table," Roman replied crossly. Oh, he did not like these guys.

"Aw, we're awfully sorry. Don't go find somewhere else to sit." Janus smirked, before turning back to watch Virgil peel off the apples' skin with a purple haze.

Logan tensed slightly. "Could you please not play with that apple?"

Virgil didn't turn to face them. "Why?"

"I'm quite allergic."

Remus tilted his head. "You could die?"

"Maybe. It is not an impossible outcome."

The villains had one of their silent conversations. Then Virgil snickered, giggled and laughed into his hand. Remus began to laugh too, hardly containing his amusement at whatever they were thinking about.

"Remus!" Snapped Janus, turning to glare down the other. "He's way too young to hear that!"

Patton blinked. "What?"

Roman glared, getting more annoyed. "Could you just stop playing with the apple and leave already?"

The apple evaporated into a small, greenish light which then sucked in on itself. Gone instantly. Virgil finally faced the princes, leaning back and kicking his legs up onto the table. "There you go, Princey. Now piss off." He smirked a crooked grin.

"I don't think so, this is our table!" Scoffed Roman.

"Guys, let's just get along here," Lectured Patton.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek for a moment before saying, "Surely we could all just sit on the same table. If we don't converse, there shouldn't be a problem."

Janus rolled his eyes. "Glad to see the three of you have at least one working brain cell."

The princes sat, Logan taking up the last seat next to Remus, Patton sitting opposite and Roman having to sit next to Virgil. The villains still gave each other weird eyebrow raises and glances. They continued to snicker while the princes struck up a conversation about education.

Remus finished off his food, brushing his plate aside. Only a moment later, Janus had finished.

Patton, Logan and Roman polished their plates in minutes and Virgil still had untouched food before him. He didn't seem to care or even notice and Roman was ravenous. The prince pinched the edge of the plate, slowly pulling it towards him. Damn, Virgil had gotten sausages and waffles and scrambled eggs and white toast and-

His hands suddenly slapped his mouth, stingingly fast. "What the hell are you doing?" Questioned Janus with a sneer, hand gestured to cover Romans' mouth.

"It doesn't matter, Jan, he can have my food." Virgil shrugged. Romans' eyes widened. Had he been that obvious? "I'm really not that hungry." The villain pushed his plate to the prince, eyes diverted on the food. His stomach growled.

Roman hesitated but took the plate. "Th-Thank you?" 

Virgil shrugged again.

"Vee," Remus began, face dropping to one of uncharacteristic concern.

"Don't stress it, Remus. So what happened after you took Uma's' hair dye?"

The villains reluctantly picked up their conversation again. Roman turned to his friends and whispered, "They're so weird..."

"Roman, be nice." Patton hissed back awkwardly, keeping his gaze fixed on his empty plate. "He just gave you his food."

"He said he wasn't hungry!" Protested Roman, flushing.

A scrape of chair and Janus had stood up. He swung his head to narrow his eyes at the princes. "If," He said, "You're going to talk about us behind our backs, at least wait until we leave because we are literally sitting at the same table."

Remus jumped up next, his chair clattering to the ground as he pointed his finger accusingly at Roman. "Yeah, even Isle kids have more tact than that!"

"Let's go, guys. Help them to gossip." Sneered Virgil, not giving the princes a second glance. He picked up a bag that had an unusual burn mark by the zip and slung it over his shoulder. Maleficent's' son walked away hurriedly, his friends glaring at the princes before chasing after them. Everyone pulled away from the darkly dressed trio.

Roman raised his hands up defensively as he shrugged under Pattons' hard gaze. "What?"