Janus woke up and nearly freaked out. Then he remembered. "I hate being a half-genie." He hissed, moving around the small inside of his lamp. It was impossibly dark, and he couldn't find the lamps' chute. "Remus! Remus!" He cried, pounding hopelessly on the wall of the lamp.

"No, five more minutes..." Whined the voice of his friend, rolling over to get away from whatever was disturbing him.

"Remus! Get me out of here!" Bellowed Janus, kicking the lamp. It swayed slightly and then toppled over to the side with a loud crash that reverberated in the half-genies' head. Janus was knocked from the air onto the uncomfortable metal of the lamp. "Remus, please get me out!" He screamed.

"Is there a problem?" Said a new voice. It was the voice of Prince Logan, distant and muffled.

Janus hesitated. If they knew he now could be trapped in a lamp, they could use that against him. Granted, they were Auradon kids but they'd trapped them on that Isle for most of their life. Who's to say they wouldn't trap him in the lamp? "There's no problem! Go screw yourself! Remus, wake up, now!"

"Jan, tell Virgie that I'm not going to the market right now. Tell him that I wanna sleep for five more minutes..." Remus mumbled sleepily, splaying out on the bed just as Janus found his exit. The boys' hand smacked into the lamp, sending it spinning off onto the ground.

The half-genie growled, feeling the fluffy carpet halt his skid across the ground. "Remus, get up you fool! Get me out of here, you stupid octopus, let me out!"

"I'm terribly sorry for this intrusion but I'm afraid I'll have to enter to see what the problem is." Said Prince Logan in a monotone voice. He'd been standing out there the whole time?!

The door was opened, and the intellectual princes' footsteps could be heard.

Remus sat up in bed as Janus could see from his awkward viewpoint. "Janus, did you do your hair different?" He asked Logan.

"Remus, you idiot, get me out of here!" Shrieked Janus, pounding his fists hopelessly. "I don't know how to get out, you dumb fool! It's not letting me out!"

This stirred the idiot and Remus jumped out of the bed, dropping to look under the beds for where ever the half-genie was.

"Excuse me, I'm really confused. Where is the half-genie?" Asked Logan, eyes following Remus with masked concern.

Janus growled. "Oh, you're both idiots. Virgil! Virgil! Virgil, where are you? Virgil, get here right now! I need help and Remus is too stupid to deliver it!"

A shadow was cast across the ground, slouched against the door frame. "Jan? I still need to fix-" His friend paused instantly, probably seeing Prince Logan. "What's going on..?"

"Virgil, I'm stuck in here! And get that damned prince outta this room!" Shouted Janus, pounding his fists on the lamps' metal. It only increased his now growing headache.

The shadow moved and he saw Virgils' sneakers step to Logans' polished black shoes.

"Get outta here, you heard him," Virgil said, pushing the prince away.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Asked the prince incredulously.

"Nope!" Virgil answered, popping the 'p' as he shut the door in the Logans' face. "Remus, Jan is literally right there."

A rustling noise Janus hadn't even noticed to his left stopped and he heard loud footsteps thump towards him. It made his lamp bounce around on the ground and he hit his head. "Oh god, Jan, I'm so sorry, man!"

"You should be, you fool!" Hissed the half-genie, feeling hands scoop up the lamp.

Remus hesitated. "Do I actually need to rub this three times?"

Janus shrugged although his friends couldn't see. "I don't know, this is my first time. Just try it!"

There was a weird noise from the roof and Janus was suddenly ejected from the lamp, smacking into the bedpost and making it skid across the ground.

"That," Hissed the half-genie, lying sprawled on the ground, "Did not help my headache."

Virgil helped him up. "I can't stay for long, my room is still, y'know..." The smallest villain shrugged nervously, eyes downcast at the floor.

Janus smiled. "It's fine, Virgil. Although you're gonna want to get out before I beat the hell out of Remus for smacking me across the room."

"You're gonna what?" Asked Remus.

Virgil snickered. "I'll chase the nerd prince away too. See y'all!" And he gave a quick two-fingered salute, leaving the room and shutting the door firmly behind him.

.:*:.

Logan raised an eyebrow as Virgil left the room with a tiny smirk. The villain caught him staring and lost the smile. He sneered quickly, turning to face the prince.

"What do you want?" Virgil asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"To give you your timetables. I heard yelling and decided to offer my assistance."

He handed the villain the three clean sheets of paper he'd kept perfectly folded in his pockets. Virgil stretched out for them and paused. He took them tentatively, opening them.

Virgil frowned. "What's Reformation?"

"Ah," Logan said, straightening up. "This was an idea presented to Prince Patton, by the student council. They believed that you'd bring the morals you learnt on the Isle with you to Auradon and thought that to be a problem."

"Do you?" Sneered Virgil, raising a single eyebrow.

Logan ignored him. "This is to help you get used to Auradon culture and behaviour, to turn you into proper citizens. To 'reform' you. Hence, Reformation is a private class that only you will take for now. If this project succeeds, then we will have more Isle kids brought to Auardon and will take the class too."

The villain scanned over the sheets. "They're all the same... Who's whose?"

"They have your names at the top," Logan informed, gesturing. A loud shriek could be heard from inside Remus's' and Janus's' room. "I'm sorry, what's going on in there?"

Virgil wafted his hand around. "Doesn't matter, nerd. You go and do whatever you princes do. I'm sure we'll find our way around the school without your creepy ass trailing after us." Virgil said, moving to turn away.

Logan hesitated with a frown. "How could someones' ass be creepy?"

"Oh my god, how literal can you be?" Virgil laughed, pushing his bedroom door open slightly. The bookshelf was smouldering in its' own remains through the small gap. "I don't know who's more stupid, you, Patton or Princey!"

Beginning to comment on the wrecked bookshelf, Virgil stepped into his room. "I hope I don't see you anytime soon!" He chirped sarcastically, before shutting the door firmly.

Logan rolled his eyes with a sigh, deciding not to struggle with the villain for a simple inquiry.

.:*:.

Roman looked up as his roommate entered. The prince was lounging on his bed, looking exhausted. He was applying blister cream to his feet, having danced till midnight at the local club, as usual.

"Hey, Lo. Villains give you trouble?" Roman chirped, returning his attention to his heel.

"No, they seemed quite desperate to be rid off me," Logan replied, moving to his bookshelf to find a large novel to read today.

Roman narrowed his eyes, fiddling around with his feet like he did every morning. "Suspicious. Do you know what they were doing?"

Logan shook his head. "I could only gather from vocal hints what was going on. Jafar's' son seemed to be stuck somewhere and he needed help. He demanded only for the other villains to help him, which is understandable."

"Where was he stuck again?" Roman asked, getting off his bed.

"I didn't see him anywhere. I could only hear him. Oh, and Virgil has destroyed his bookshelf somehow."

Romans' mouth dropped open. "No way, what?"

Logan shrugged, finally finding a book he hadn't read and slipping it into his bag that was already packed.

"Logan, you can't just leave me hanging for details!" Protested Roman as his friend moved to leave.

"I'll see you in Alchemy, Roman."

"H-Hey! Logan, no fair, man! Tell me the tea!"