Light (a sanders sides, harry potter au)

2. the last of the daylight

hey, it's Idun, this chapter is just to show how Virgil's daily life is, it's kind of a fill-in chapter, but i think it's important to show that not everything in Virgil's life is torture and death. you can pass on the chapter if you want, but I advise you read it to get the meaning of the book trough. anyways i hope you enjoy, and again you are welcome to comment on any mistakes and/or give constructive criticism.

Like Virgil predicted, he, after a couple of hours, woke up being terrified. He silently shook as he tried to gather his thoughts, that sadly turned out to be extremely difficult. He got out of bed, trying, and failing to not shake, as he went to the window. As he sat down on the windowsill, he tried to remember what he had dreamt that made him so scared.

When he, two hours later, came no further in figuring out what he had dreamt, he gave up. The shaking had died down though, witch he was grateful for. As he saw the start of the sunset, he knew that he should get ready, still he didn't move. He sat there, just watching the sunset with awe. No matter how many times he saw it, the sunrise (and sunset) would always bring a smile to his lips. That was one of the reasons that he has spelled the window to always show either the east or west, depending on where the sun was. After seeing the sun letting go of the hill in the distance, he stood up and walked into the bathroom, that was connected to his room, to get ready for another day.

He looked into the mirror on the wall, the mirror taunting him with his own reflecting. His heterochronic eyes staring back at him, his left eye being green and the right being purple, neither of the colors looking natural. He moved his focus to his hair that was dark brown, almost black, with purple accents, then to his pale complexion and thin body structure. He had always hated how he looked.

He washed his face, afterwards putting on a layer of a pale foundation, that matched his skin tone, black eyeliner around his eyes, putting it on in one swift movement, the last thing he put on was dark eyeshadow under his eyes. He then styled his hair in a way that purposely covered his left eye.

He walked out of the bathroom, turning right, to get to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans, a gray, long sleeve shirt and a black cloak to pull over the outfit. when he had changed you couldn't see anything but the cloak, but that was fine, it didn't really matter what he wore. He went over to this door, putting on his shoes and walking out. There was oddly quiet in the hall, sure it was early morning, but there was almost thirty people in the house, so it was wired when there was silent.

Virgil quietly walked downstairs, feeling his anxiety grow with every step. There was no one in the living room, but Virgil could hear the quiet murmurs from the meeting room. He heard bits and pieces from the conversation, but none of it made sense taken out of context. Virgil ended up ignoring it, seeing as none of the others wanted him to know important information.

He went into the kitchen, going over to the cabinets and getting out some cereal. He heard a sudden crash from the meeting room, freezing on the spot, staring at the door to the meeting room intensely. after a few seconds, the murmuring continued. Vigil inhaled sharply, getting a bowl, and getting the milk out of the fridge. When he finished pouring the cereal, he grabbed a spoon and went upstairs to his room again.

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The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully. Virgil was sitting alone in his room, most of the time just drawing, reading or practicing spells and charms, he would have made some potions, but he didn't want to walk to the storage room in the basement. Virgil was laying on his bed reading, until he heard a knock on his door, there was only a few people that knocked in the house, so he had a pretty good idea of who it was. "Yes?" he answered, the door however didn't open. He sighed, putting down his book and going over to the door, opening it. He looked skeptically at Casandra as she stood outside the door with a tray of food handing it to him, he verily took the tray, the moment he had it in a firm grip Cassandra walked away, without saying anything. This was not an uncommon occurrence, he would go a whole day eating nothing but a light breakfast, and then Cassandra would come with some food, it still shocked him every time.

The food Casandra had brought up was mostly crackers, different kind of snacks and fruits. Virgil didn't mind though, he had never been one for big meals, and his sleep schedule, or rather lack of thereof, made it difficult for him to follow... well, any schedule really. But either way he really did appreciate Cassandra, she wasn't exactly the most open or caring person, but in the end, she was always the one that stayed behind and took care of Virgil.

Virgil went over to the window, sitting the tray on the table next to it. he took an apple of the tray and sat on the windowsill, just watching the sunset. He let go of his thoughts for the first time that day, just focusing on the view of the distance as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the hill in the distance. He couldn't help but smile, that is until the sun completely disappeared, coating everything in darkness. Virgil smiled bittersweetly as he stood up, getting ready to go to bed.