The Value of Worth | Sanders Sides Hogwarts AU

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Logan and Patton ran through the halls of the school down to the Room of Requirement. Logan let go of Patton's arm to walk three times in front of the bare wall on the seventh floor, focusing hard on what he wanted, and what he needed to get it. He didn't even know it himself in the moment, but he just put all of his energy into the feeling. The dark door appeared, standing largely against the wall. Logan looked over the Patton with a confident smirk. Patton gave him a sympathetic smile as he opened the door and held it open for Logan.

In the room, couches and bean bag chairs filled the middle of the floor by the fireplace. There were blankets and tinsel hung on the wall in Christmas fashion. Patton smiled at the icicles hanging from the ceiling, the bookcases were pushed against the wall instead of standing in rows like a library. Logan hummed.

"A little more comfy than my taste, but it does work for the season." He said. Patton nodded with another sad smile. He sat down on a beanbag chair near the fire and started to stare into it, as if he were looking for something.

"Is everything all right, Patton?" Logan asked, sitting in the bean bag chair next to him. Patton sighed.

"Yes," Patton said. Logan looked at him.

"We're alone. There's no one around to hear us." Logan whispered.

"I'm okay, Logan." Patton assured, putting on a smile. Logan looked into his eyes with certainty, finding the lostness he expected.

"You're not." Logan said.

"I am-" "No, you're not!" Logan said loudly. His temper rose. Why wasn't he telling him what was wrong?

Patton looked at him with glossy eyes.

"You're right." He said in a shaken tone. "I'm not okay."

Logan looked at him with sadness.

"Why?"

Patton took his wand out of his robe and pointed it to a blanket across the room.

"Accio blanket!" He exclaimed. The blanket soon flew over to him with efficiency. He looked at Logan with sadness.

"You really w-wanna know, Logan?" Patton asked through sobs. Logan nodded.

"Yes, I do." Logan said. Patton sniffed largely before looking into the flames of the fire, then back at Logan.

"The decorations are what made me upset." Patton said.

"But you love Christmas." Logan said.

"Yes, I love the ideas of Christmas, but my parents haven't written to me all year, Log. All year, it's been four months. Not even my Uncles, or my Aunts. Not, my siblings, none of them have written. I don't even know if I'm going home for Christmas, Log. No one has told me anything, even after I've written to them. I'm being ignored, Log. And I'm scared that it's on purpose."

Roman and Virgil are constantly in either an award, tense mode with one another or are mad or are so confused with one another it's sickening. I'm so worried about them. I'm scared Deceit and Remus will hurt them. I'm so scared about how they are doing all the time because of what happened to Virgil at the beginning f the year and all of last. I want-need to take care of them, Log. No one else is. Roman's egocentrism is staggering, and his insecurities are being pushed under the rug. Virgil's paranoia is slipping right under that same rug with them, actually. It's all so terrifying and I hate it."

"I'm also so scared because my heart is set on one person, and I don't even know if they like me or not because they can't understand the concept of romance. So, if you wanted to know how I'm really doing, Log? This is how I'm really doing."