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TW argument, insulting a bond between characters, talk of murder and death
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Virgil's POV
Thomas, Remy and I sat in my bedroom, speechless. Thomas and I had filled Remy in on what Remus had told us, and apparently Remy had no idea that they were witches.
Remy broke out of his stupor first. "Well, are you gonna tell them that you're a witch?" He asked. I shook my head fervently.
"No. I'm not good enough yet. I'll embarrass myself." Remy signed, but nodded.
"Then lets get you good enough. Thomas, scooch over, I don't want you getting zapped with magic. Dead witches and living magic don't mix well together." Thomas and I stared at him.
"I'm a witch?" Thomas asked. Remy raises an eyebrow.
"Is this new information for you?" Thomas nodded. "Huh. I guess your magic was dormant. Were you adopted by any chance?" Another nod. "That explains it. Nobody awoke your magic. Ok, Virgil, close your eyes, and-"
I cut him off. "Wait, how did you know he was a witch?" Remy raised a brow at me.
"All ghosts were witches, hun. Why do you think there aren't like 7 billion ghosts wandering about? It's because only murdered witches become ghosts."
Thomas breathed out a, "I was murdered?" All the color drained from his face, not that there was much there to begin with. Ghosts are really pale. "But I... I died in my sleep. A seizure." Remy tsked in sympathy.
"No, you were drained by a Venge. Probably. When someone's about to die from a Venge they have seizures." Thomas swallowed, sinking out silently.
"Holy shit..." I whispered.
Remy rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Oops," he mumbled, chagrined. I slapped Remy in the face. "Ow!" He screeched, holding his now-red cheek. "What was that for!"
"Thomas doesn't like talking about his death, and now you just told him he was murdered! That's my brother you're talking about! Have some empathy!" Remy scoffed.
"Brother? Please, he's just your pet ghost. He's not your family. He's dead," Remy spat, obviously defensive. I was too angry to care.
"Get out," I said quietly, voice void of emotion.
"Really? You're going to kick me out for-"
"Get. Out," I growled, sparks of purple crawling down my arms, covering them in lightning. I glowed slightly purple.
Remy glowed white, his magic intimidating and suffocating. "You know what? Fine. I don't need this shit. Learn how to control your magic on your own, Virgil." He rarely said my real name. He stood up, slinging his messenger backpack over his shoulder and storming out.
I waited for the sound of a door slamming shut to break down, sobbing violently. My best friend just stomped out of my house, Roman, Logan, and Patton were on a date, mum was working late, and Thomas was who knows where. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely and truly alone.
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A Story of Magic and Miscommunication
Hayran KurguVirgil is just an angsty teen. Who happens to be able to see ghosts. In fact, his only friend, Thomas, is a ghost. Virgil is perfectly content with his life as is, being bullied by the kids at his highschool in London, and minding his own business...
