The Chaser and the Artist - Prinxiety [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two

Virgil let out a long sigh as he scribbled away on a piece of parchment, just about finished with his two scroll long essay on the properties of moonstone. His hair was dull red in frustration. It was a truly fascinating subject to be writing about on a fall afternoon he'd normally spend drawing. 

"Logan I need your help!" 

A fairly loud voice caused the Slytherin to look up, hair gaining more saturation. He was slightly annoyed to be disrupted with loud noises despite being in a library. He tried not to jump to conclusions, but sure enough, a Gryffindor had entered the library. His back was to him as he badgered a Ravenclaw Virgil often saw in the library, seemingly about homework he didn't understand. The Slytherin rolled his eyes in annoyance. He simply couldn't have peace and quiet, could he?

As he finished writing the last sentence, Virgil didn't hesitate to put away his belongings and head for the Slytherin common room. 

Once again, Roman's eyes trailed after him just as he was leaving. He hadn't realized he was staring at the doorway until a hand was waving in front of his face. "Huh? What?" 

"I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes," Logan said unhappily as he straightened his glasses. "Why are you so distracted?"

Roman looked back at the doorway. Do I even know the answer to that? he thought. "I dunno," he said, returning his focus to Logan. 

"Fine, what do you need my assistance with?" the Ravenclaw asked. "And it's 'I don't know', that's the proper grammar." 

The Gryffindor rolled his eyes before starting to go on about Astronomy homework that was due the next day, which he had of course put off to the night before, despite having known he'd have quidditch that day. Logan ended up simply offering to do the homework for him if he promised to study it for the O.W.L. at the end of the year. Roman graciously accepted the offer, thanking his friend immensely. 

"Yeah, yeah, now get out of here before I change my mind," Logan snapped. He didn't hesitate to listen, placing the homework on the table and thanking him once more before retreating from the library. 

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Virgil made his way through the halls, not watching where he was going. His soft blue bangs hung in front of his eyes as he scribbled in his sketchbook as he walked. 

BAM!

He was on the ground, hair bright lime green and red. Virgil shook out his head, looking up to a familiar and stomach churning sight. His heart was pounding in his chest; the red faded to off-white as he paled. 

"Well, well, well," Brian, the leader of the group of Gryffindors said, a devious smile on his face. "If it isn't the freak."

Virgil began to shake, frantically trying to gather his sketchbook. However as he reached for it, Brian stepped on his hand. He gasped, wincing in pain. 

"I thought I was forgetting something," he snickered. "I haven't beaten you up this month yet, have I, you filthy Slytherin?" 

The Slytherin was biting back tears as his hand was crushed more under his foot. He didn't say a word, and didn't move. There was nothing he could do once Brian wanted something. If he wanted to beat him up, he'd get beaten. Struggling made it worse. 

Suddenly he was being hoisted into the air and slammed with his back against the wall. Virgil bit down on his tongue to stop himself from crying out. Brian laughed maliciously close to his face. 

"This is going to hurt."

~ 

Virgil coughed, staying on the ground until Brian and his minions had left. He could still hear their voices ringing in his ears. The laughing, the insults, everything... His breathing was rugged and painful as he crawled over to his sketchbook. He picked it up, cradling it for a second. With a shaky breath, he attempted to stand. Brian had a way of making him look like he was fine. He only ever hit him where clothing covered it. It was safe to say that Virgil's stomach and chest were covered in blue and purple bruises. Limping slightly, he made it to the Slytherin common room. 

He easily pretended like nothing was wrong, putting on a blank face and simply walking toward his dormitory. His hair told a different story than his face, deep blue and black, however he'd never told anyone what the colors meant. 

Reaching his bed, he carefully laid down, wincing slightly. He sighed deeply. "I love being me..."