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

"Oh. wOow ... Sports."

To my TOH fans, yes that title is quoting Amity in her moments of gay panic. It just seemed fitting for this one-shot for some reason.

Hogwarts as a whole had paid slightly more attention than usual to the outcome of the Hufflepuff Quidditch trials, perhaps due to the popularity of its handsome new captain, Cedric Diggory. Having accidentally found out about Virgil's intentions to try out a few nights ago, Remy, Remus, and Janus had kept the knowledge from the rest of the group until the team was decided. Now that it was, however, news of the results had been passed from student to student until everyone seemed to know about it, including Roman.

He was the first to reach the entrance to the Great Hall as Virgil and an excited looking Patton entered the hall right after Diggory, who pat Virgil on the back proudly before heading off to the Hufflepuff table.

"Why didn't you tell us you were trying out?!" Roman shouted at Virgil before he could even utter a greeting. He was closely followed by the rest of them, and his expression showed a mixture of elation and indignation.

Virgil shrugged, looking embarrassed, though pleased with himself. "'Dunno, just in case I didn't make it I guess?"

"As if you were ever gonna fail, kiddo!" Patton beamed, ruffling Virgil's hair. The rest of them came in on him with a tight group hug and a flurry of congratulations.

"Ack— 'Kiddo?' What, are you my dad?" Virgil grunted through the thicket of friends.

"Yep!"

"That makes two of us on our house quidditch teams!" Emile exclaimed.

"We can make bets on you two now." Remus said with a mischievous grin, "if Virgil's good, I can make some gold..."

"We all certainly look forward to seeing you both play," Said Logan.

"Yeah, speaking of which," Roman crossed his arms as the rest of them headed to their seats to get breakfast, "I don't think I've seen you fly since second year. You can help me practice shooting penalties sometime."

Virgil raised a cocky eyebrow. "Sure you'd be able to handle not being able to make a perfect score for once?"

"I can't tell if that was a compliment or a challenge, but thank you, and you're on."

Virgil laughed, something Roman hadn't seen happen in too long. "Well I think the pitch is free tonight. Meet me around six?"

"Deal," said Roman, "be ready to get your ass kicked."

"Sure." Virgil slipped past him, punching his shoulder as he walked toward his table. Roman watched him go fondly, swallowing a new flutter of nerves at the prospect of practicing one on one with Virgil.

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"But like, even wizards could use microwaves. You're telling me you guys never use electricity for anything?" Emile was saying as he, Janus, Remus, Logan and Virgil headed down the stairs after their last class.

"Not really, no." Janus answered him, "I mean, when you can do things fast by magic, there's not much need for little boxes that heat up one-person meals in three minutes."

"Unless you're underage," said Virgil, "then your options are doing the cooking by hand or depending on your parents. That sounds terrible."

"Perhaps part of magical education should include learning the basics of muggle inventions that could make our lives easier as well, in order to mix magic and non-magic societal improvements together, thus decreasing the gap between our coexisting societies." Logan suggested thoughtfully.