Sanders School of Magic (Analogical)

26: Sad Patton

*Virgil POV*

Thursday afternoon. I went through all my classes without Logan. We didn't share many, but I still felt alone. More than usual, as I really can't stand Janus and Remus now. They think I'm a baby.

"Virge, can you pass the test tube?" Janus asks.

"Which one?" I ask.

"The colored one," he says.

I sigh.

"Yellow or purple?" I ask.

"Yellow," he says.

I hand him the vial of faintly yellow liquid.

We're in science class. Chemistry. And this is something that happens a lot. I have no idea what we're doing in this class but I know I'm bored as all hell and Janus is copying off me.

"Alright class, your homework is your essay on chemical reactions still; due on Monday," the teacher says.

I sigh. At least we're doing the essay in language arts, so it's basically one thing of homework for two classes. That doesn't make it any less annoying, though.

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"Hey, Virge, want to go summon a demon? We were unsuccessful yesterday," Remus says.

"I- Nah. I'm good. I'm really tired," I say.

"Yeah, go to sleep. You look like you need it," Remus says.

I roll my eyes.

"But if you go do it tell them I said hi," I say.

"Will do! Hey Janus-" Remus says.

He somehow convinces Janus to go, leaving me all alone again. After their footsteps fade from outside, I leave to go to the library.

I enter the room, but it's not empty. I'm not surprised, considering it's after school and homework exists. Luckily, I hid the book in my reading corner.

As I walk over there and turn the corner I see someone curled up against the wall. It's Patton.

"Hey, are you alright?" I ask quietly.

I may not like him all that much but it hurts me to see other people sad. Too much experience with it myself, I guess.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," he says.

I don't believe that.

"Well, I'll be here if you continue to be 'fine'," I say.

He nods. 

Just a few moments later he comes back over to me.

"Virgil- I- I know we're not the best of friends but I- I just-" Patton stutters.

"You're upset your friends got into a fight and now they might never make up and so you've lost the only real family you've ever had?" I ask.

He gulps.

"That- that is scary accurate," he says.

"It's my worst fear," I admit.

He hugs me tightly.

"I- do you think things will get better?" he asks.

"Are you seriously asking me this?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he says.

I sigh. He's a little oblivious. Then again, so is Logan and I love him.

"Well, I don't know. Nobody does. I guess all you can do is get therapy and move on," I say.