AND THEY WERE WIZARDS. (Oh my god they were wizards)

Library Lock-in

That familiarly hectic time of year had come once again. Exams were to start next week, and this meant that everyone in the group's everyday habits had changed, though none so much as Logan's.

While he usually stayed up relatively late checking and rechecking his work or attempting at extra credit, replacing whatever hours he missed with coffee in the Great Hall the next morning, Logan now lived between his classes and the Library, sometimes taking thirty minute breaks to sleep. For the past three years, this was how the weeks before exams always went. And while it put Logan much more on edge, it was still the only way he could stay at all functional. None of them would forget or repeat the three days in second year when Emile had made Logan promise to take regular breaks, get eight hours of sleep, and have only one cup of coffee a day. His anxiety about exams had outstripped even Virgil's, and he was more likely to lash out than Argus Filch with pneumonia in a pair of wet socks and squeaky shoes. So even though it was a medical phenomenon Logan could survive that long with so little self care, it was the healthiest condition possible for him.

As the Great Hall began to clear of students leaving breakfast, the eight friends met by the door and left together.

"If they wanted us well prepared for the test, they shouldn't wear us down this much before we even take it." Remus yawned, bad tempered.

"Tell me about it." Remy agreed, rubbing the bags under his eyes. "Ro and I stayed up till about one in the morning doing that damn werewolf essay."

"Not that any exam success is going to replace the recent tragedy." Roman huffed. Everyone of course knew he was talking about the one hundred and fifty point loss Gryffindor had suffered at the hands of the Potter kid. All of them felt rather downput that there was hardly any more competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin for the house cup, as the fight for the win had been an interesting endeavor to observe. But nobody seemed quite as offended about it as Roman. Having one's team lose such a prize entirely because of one player was extremely frustrating for him, since that was a victory he hadn't lost, and that no amount of quidditch victories could win back.

"So how late were you guys up doing homework?" Remy asked.

"We both stalled a little too long." Dee answered him, "underestimated the workload. I don't really know when we—"

"It was exactly three fifty-six AM." Remus finished.

"Perfect. If you have a memory like that on so little sleep, lend me some answers on exams." Dee said.

"No, that's literally the only thing I remember from last night."

"You won't be able to share answers in any case." Logan snaped, his mind only half on the conversation, half on the book he held in one hand, the other holding his third cup of coffee. "There'll be conditions and enchantments to make sure no cheating can take place during any of the exams."

"Should we tell him it was a joke?" Virgil whispered to Emile out of the corner of his mouth.

Em stifled a laugh and shook his head. "Nah, he'd ground us."

The group separated into their respective classes, resigning themselves to another day's worth of relentless study and intense brain cell usage, by the end of which all of them were glad to be back together after dinner. They were gathered around a long table in the library where they could at least work in each other's company.

"So that's two more spells to practice for Transfiguration, a star chart, the Potions project, two chapters to read in the Herbology textbook- am I missing anything?" Virgil sounded frantic as he flipped through his homework planner, writing everything down as he spoke.