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

PSA: he can't turn into a flowering shrub.

I'm bAAAAAACK! That song is for later in the shot. I'll tell you when.

    Halloween was certainly turning out to be more enjoyable this year than the last, which might well have been due to the lucky fact that it was a Hogsmeade weekend. And, as Logan had mentioned, that the bar wasn't high considering the attack on Mrs. Norris, the writing in blood, and the release of a basilisk through the school that had taken place last Halloween. Still, the eight of them had an enjoyable time going from shop to shop, having seen most of the village already, just to see what was new.

    "Hey Virgil," Said Remus with an evil grin as they browsed the shelves in Zonko's Joke Shop, "want to smell this flower?"

    Virgil raised an eyebrow. "You're being suspiciously obvious."

    Remus held out the large white daisy. "You sure you don't want a sniff?"

    "you have to know I've seen this one before." Virgil scoffed, shoving it back at the Slytherin.

    "It smells great."

    "Get it away from me!"

    "C'mon Virge!"

    "No! —AH!"

    The group turned around to see Virgil's face disappear behind a cloud of bright pink mist. It cleared away, leaving no trace behind except a strong flowery scent. Virgil coughed, eyes watering and face sopping wet.

Remus threw his head back laughing. "The trigger word is 'no!' Genius!" Virgil crossed his arms grumpily, shaking the moisture from his bangs.

Patton breathed in. "Is that lavender and vanilla?"

"It's so strong I can't feel my nostrils—" Virgil choked.

"I told you it smelled great!" Remus cackled.

    "I can't even tell if that's mean or not," said Emile, crossing the shop to look at the trick flowers up for sale as Janus took three, still laughing silently at Virgil's face.

    "Depends;" Virgil said, "how long am I stuck smelling like this?"

    "Oh— umm..." Remus looked at the label still on the underside of one of the petals. "Just three hours?"

    "Great. So I'm a baked good for the rest of the visit." Virgil shoved Remus, not quite succeeding  in keeping a straight face.

    "That's a major upgrade from how you usually smell." Roman quipped, appearing behind him, arms full of smoke bombs.

    Virgil smirked. "Maybe you should buy one for yourself, then. So you don't have to keep borrowing my body spray after quidditch practice—" he stopped himself, looking around apprehensively. None of the others were really paying attention to them (Remus was absorbed in the tag on some extra impact dung bombs). But while insulting each other, they'd gotten a little too close to each other to look entirely platonic.

    While Virgil and Roman were technically official, neither of them really knew how to tell the others without the situation becoming awkward. After Janus and Remus came out as a couple, Roman at least knew he wouldn't lose any of his friends over his feelings toward a boy. They wanted to tell the whole group together, so they'd only have to say it once. They'd been holding out for the opportunity, but there was never a time that didn't feel awkward or out of the blue.

    "What do you say we just keep it low profile until the chance comes?" Virgil had said one evening as they left the library.

    "works for me."