Roman is a Slytherin and Remus is a Gryffindor and they couldnt be more pissed, especially since the uniforms are totally fucking with their aesthetic.
Roman's best friend in slytherin is Patton Torres while Remus isnt lucky enough to make any friends in his house, though Emile Picani hasnt been horrible to him, but the third year student with a sunny disposition to rival his brother's annoyingly cheery friend is nice to everyone.
Logan and Damian are cousins, though because of their shared family's views on blood purity they arent really aware of each other's existence before they get to hogwarts.
Logan's father married a muggle woman despite his family having a legacy of purebloods and most of them Slytherins, and Logan's aunt cut all ties with her brother as per usual for elitist families in this situation.
Damian is her son and she only seems concerned with raising him to be the perfect little pureblooded Slytherin.
so while Dee was growing up with all that pressure Logan grew up learning to always learn and explore and trying to satiate his endless curiousity, but in doing so alienated himself from his peers, having no interest in making friends.
Both were certain they'd get into Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively, so you can imagine their confusion and dissapointment when they both were sorted into Hufflepuf.
but it provided them the chance to get to know each other, learn of their familial conection and even become friends.
meanwile Virgil Picani was nervous he'd get into the same house as his big brother because he wasnt very brave, but he was even more baffled when he was sorted into Ravenclaw, as he doesnt think of himself as smart.
Truthfully he doesn't really feel like he belongs anywhere in Hogwarts, but his brother's boyfriend is there with him in Ravenclaw to walk him through this, so he's at least slightly less worried than he would have been.
Story and Plot:
Damian is a Metamorphmagus and his mother, Fiona Queen, is a very acomplished witch who works with dragons (What's this? Broadway incorporating the dragon witch without making her name the initials dw???) and seems to have more compassion toward them than she does towards other people, which explains why her marriage didn't last that long, not that she seemed too bothered by it.
Remus is a Legilimence who sometimes has trouble telling apart others' thoughts from his own intrusive thoughts. his and Roman's dad is Thomas, who himself was a muggleborn Hufflepuff. he adopted the twins.
Virgil is a Werewolf, he and his brother Emile are halfbloods, their mom Dot was a Witch among Squibs in her family and their father Larry is a Muggle. when Virgil was infected with lycanthropy his parents and brother handled it very well and made sure he didn't feel bad or different or alienated, and made sure to support him and make him still feel like himself, let him know he's still part of the family.
Patton's mom is Valerie and his older brother is Remy, who is Emile's boyfriend. they are muggleborns.
Logan's dad is Francis Queen and his mom is Melissa, but they go by Missy and Frank.
(no I will not stop making Logan interact with Missy and Pranks).
The dark sides all individually find the Room of Requirement when they need to get away from everything. Dee just gets a room with a mirror that he can practice shapeshifting without judgement. Remus gets a nice comfortable bed and soundproof walls so he can't hear any thoughts but his own and he can calm down and sort himself out before he has to return to the halls that are louder for him than they are for anyone else. Sometimes he sneaks out after curfew to sleep in the room of requirement instead of his own. Finally Virgil has a securely locked room that looks like the outdoors for his transformations. He runs around in it in wolf form and there's a bed and some bone healing potion for him when he wakes up. Virgil is actually the only one who was told about the room of requirement before he even got to Hogwarts, as that was part of what his parents had discussed with the head of the school to help with Virgil's lycanthropy. (I guess after the last werewolf they taught they realized hey maybe we can accommodate the lycanthropy ridden 11 year old better than making him isolate himself in shitty cabin at the edge of the forbidden forest).
Remus had no idea about the room and Dee had only heard tales and rumours, and one day after they've all gotten used to the room, they all happen to go there at the same time and they meet outside the room. And just like that they start getting to know each other and become friends.
And Thus, The Fantastic Freaks Club Is Born!
Because when the world calls you names, you reclaim them as your own.
Anyway thats all for now. Also I'm tagging @coconut-cluster and @hiimcanadia
Both of them have seen beta versions of this au as I was still working on it, and this is also very much inspired by Lex's Hogwarts au.
Warnings: one curse word, use of ‘they’ to refer to a he/him character prior to knowing his pronouns, anxiety/worry, mentions of food, descriptions of food, mentions of poor eating habits, very brief mention of stealing, I think that’s everything? Let me know if there are more!
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The halls of the palace were unlike anything Virgil had ever seen.
Roman led him through the castle, Virgil assumed to the dining room, dragging him along by his hand. The prince rambled as they walked, talking about the different rooms they passed, his parents, memories, sculptures on the walls, anything he could think of.
Virgil tried to listen--really, he did, but his ears slowly tuned out as they continued along, too distracted by looking around at the castle to listen properly.
It felt like they had been walking for an eternity. They’d left the previous room through large oak doors and walked down a long hallway with high ceilings. Virgil stared up at the paintings of landscapes and portraits that lined the walls. The floor was covered by a dark red carpet that made Virgil feel bad for walking on it with his dirty, worn shoes.
At some point, the pair had walked past a huge staircase that split off to the second floor. Roman talked about all the times he’d slid down the banister, much to the worry of his dads. His free hand moved wildly as he talked. There was a bright grin on his face, making his eyes crinkle in the corners, and Virgil spotted the dimple on his right cheek that only appeared on special occasions.
The prince’s excitement made Virgil smile. He’s so cute, Virgil thought. And I’m so fucked.
“And this is the dining room,” Roman said, throwing out a hand to gesture to another set of large doors.
Virgil bit his lip, looking up at Roman worriedly. “Are you sure we should do this? I could just go back to town.”
Roman stepped right in front of Virgil, grabbing his other hand as well. He stared deep into Virgil’s eyes, smiling wide. “V, I promise, this will be great. If it becomes too much, just let me know and we can stop.”
Virgil looked into Roman’s eyes. There was nothing but kindness and… something else there. He took a deep breath. “Okay,” Virgil said with a nod. “I trust you.”
Roman’s grin could battle a thousand suns.
“Do I have to bow, or something like that?” Virgil whispered after a moment.
Roman chuckled. “No, no bowing necessary. They’re normal people just like you and I.”
Virgil wasn’t sure it was right to compare someone like himself to the literal kings, but he kept quiet.
With a final squeeze of Virgil’s hands, Roman turned and pushed open the door.
Someone on the other side was laughing when the door creaked open. It sounded light and breathless, like the kind of laugh that leaves your sides aching. A quieter, deeper chuckle could be heard too, but that person sounded more like they were fondly laughing at the other person, rather than the joke itself.
Virgil peered around Roman’s shoulder. At the table sat three people. One of them was Logan, and the other two Virgil didn’t recognize, but one was wearing glasses. Logan was failing to smother a smile, and the person with glasses was the one laughing loudly.
They were also the first person to notice Roman and Virgil standing in the doorway.
“Oh, Ro, there you are!” they said with a smile, still laughing. As soon as they caught their breath, they walked over to the pair.
Virgil noted the faded “he/him” bracelet on the person’s wrist as he wrapped Roman in an embrace. His hair was honey brown and curly, and stopped just short of falling into his eyes.
The person blinked in surprise when he spotted Virgil. Despite the icy blue eyes behind his glasses, his gaze seemed warm.
“Well, hello there,” he said with a gentle smile, letting go of Roman. He glanced up at the prince. “Roman, would you quit being so rude and introduce your guest,” he teased.
Roman smiled. “Sorry, Dad. This is Virgil.”
“Virgil, it’s so nice to meet you,” the person said, holding out a hand. “I’m Roman’s dad, Emile, he/him.”
Virgil shook his hand awkwardly. He inwardly cringed at how sweaty his palms must be, but Emile didn’t appear to notice. “Right, sir, thank you. I’m, uh, I’m Virgil. Like Roman said.” Great job, Virgil. Really flawless first impression.
Emile just smiled kindly. He kind of reminded Virgil of Patton.
“You must be the Virgil that Roman’s been sneaking out of the castle to visit,” the other person said, walking up behind Emile.
Roman flushed. “Dad, how did you--”
“Oh, please, gurl, did you really think we wouldn’t notice? You go missing for hours, just like when you were younger. Then you come back looking all lovesick. It’s truly disgusting to see,” he said with a smirk. It was Virgil’s turn to flush.
“Sir, I didn’t mean to--” Virgil started.
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” Emile cut in. “He’s just being silly.” He turned to give a stern look to the other man, putting a hand on his hip.
Roman gave Virgil an ‘I told you so’ look, making Virgil smile.
“Babe, blowing my cover like that is so not cool,” the man pouted to Emile.
“It’s not nice to scare our guest like that either,” Emile shot back.
The person sighed loudly. “Fiiiine.” He held out a hand to Virgil. “‘Sup, I’m Remy, Roman’s other, much cooler dad.” Emile just shook his head with a fond smile.
Virgil shook Remy’s hand. “It’s a pleasure, sir.” He mentally cursed the shakiness of his voice.
The group wandered back over to the table and sat down. Thankfully, Emile made sure to not address Virgil directly. Virgil appreciated that, since he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to get more than a sentence out before choking on the anxiety lacing his throat.
Emile asked Roman questions about how they met and what they usually did, all of which Roman answered with a smile.
The conversation continued until dinner was served. The amount of food in the feast made Virgil’s jaw drop. He’d never seen so much food in one place at a time. He took a hearty serving of mashed potatoes and green beans and ham, and was barely able to conceal the content sound that left his mouth at the delicious flavors. After years of getting scraps from kind townspeople, stealing food from unassuming carts, and the occasional small meal from the town’s inn, the food tasted heavenly. The cake for dessert was almost literally the cherry on top.
“So, Virgil,” Emile said as the table was cleared. “Are you staying here tonight? Should I have the guest room set up?”
Virgil glanced to the side at Roman. Roman cleared his throat. “Actually, we haven’t discussed whether Virgil would be staying in the castle or not.”
Emile and Remy glanced between the two of them, then at each other. They looked like they were having a silent conversation. With a nod, Emile turned back to Virgil, smiling.
“Oh, I’m sorry. We hadn’t realized.”
“Hun, you got a place to stay?” Remy asked with a raised eyebrow.
Virgil looked down at his hands, blushing. “Well, I don’t--not--I mean I could--” He took a deep breath. “No. No, I don’t.” He glanced up quickly, expecting to see judgement in their eyes. Instead, he just saw inviting kindness. “You don’t have to, like, take me in, though. I don’t want to bother you.”
Emile shook his head. “No, dear, it’s no bother at all. We’d love to have you stay here for as long as you want. Lord knows we have the room for it,” he added with a chuckle.
Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand beneath the table, which he’d been holding ever since they sat down. Virgil looked over at him. “I would love to have you here,” Roman said softly, smiling.
Even though he was still hesitant, Virgil agreed to stay in the castle. He didn’t want to be a burden to the family, but all of them seemed like they genuinely wanted him there.
After dinner, Roman followed Remy to a side room with a promise to visit Virgil after his lesson, and Logan excused himself to meet Patton.
Virgil followed Emile upstairs and down another long corridor to his room. Along the way, Emile pointed out different rooms, much like Roman had done during their trek to the dining room. He also explained the backstory behind some of the pictures on the walls that Virgil had stared at. However, Emile fell silent when they came upon a particular picture with three little boys--as opposed to the typical one or two that Virgil had observed in the other photos--playing in the castle’s garden. Offering no explanation, he just smiled sadly. Virgil didn’t ask any questions. The rest of the walk to his room was silent.
The guest room was nearly bigger than his childhood home. It had a big bed with gray sheets and blue pillows, a large plush chair beside a wooden chest of drawers, a desk, two bedside tables, and two doors leading to the adjoining bathroom and walk-in closet.
Virgil did a little twirl in the middle of the room, taking it all in with child-like wonder. Emile watched from the doorway with a smile. “Bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”
Virgil whipped his head around. “What?”
“All of this,” Emile gestured around the room, pushing himself off of the doorway. “It’s a lot, right? Takes some getting used to.”
Virgil tilted his head slightly. “You mean you haven’t always lived in the castle?”
Emile giggled. “Goodness, no.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. Virgil hesitantly sat down. “I was born in another town, not even the one right outside the palace. I never knew my father, so I needed a job to support me and my mother once I turned sixteen. I got a job as a worker in the castle garden. Remy flirted with me from the first day he saw me, and I would always laugh it off. Then, one day, I flirted back. It was the funniest thing, he got so flustered!” Emile laughed and Virgil couldn’t help but let out his own chuckle. “Rem’s been there for me through a lot. He even got me this bracelet,” he lifted his wrist, ”when I first came out, when we were eighteen, so that people wouldn’t misgender me. He’s always been supportive. I couldn’t have found a better partner for me.”
“That’s really sweet.”
“Yeah,” Emile said, turning to face Virgil. “All that to say, I know how it feels to be shocked by the grandness of the castle. It takes some getting used to.”
“Thank you,” Virgil said, looking down and letting his hair hide his eyes.
“I also know what it feels like to have a crush on a prince,” Emile said teasingly, nudging Virgil with his elbow.
Virgil was sure his face was redder than a tomato. “I--I don’t know what you mean.” Yeah, that sounded really convincing.
Emile smirked, standing up. “Mhm, Virgil. Sure you don’t.” Virgil groaned into his hands, making Emile laugh. “It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.” He made his way back to the doorway. “Roman’s room is the one right across the hall. I think Patton will send up some clothes after he’s done talking to Logan, but if you need anything, I’ll be downstairs, first door on the left. Don’t be afraid to talk to me or Remy.”
“Thank you, really.” Virgil didn’t know how he could ever repay them.
Almost like he read his mind, Emile said, “Don’t worry about repaying us.” Emile giggled at the look on Virgil’s face. “Roman has been happier in the few months that he’s been meeting with you than he’s been in a while. That’s all the payment Remy and I could ask for.”
Virgil flushed again (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately…) and nodded.
“Roman’ll probably be up here soon enough. Make good choices,” Emile added with a wink. His laughter echoed down the hallway as he walked away, leaving Virgil hiding behind his hands on the bed.
Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later. Virgil peeked out between his fingers.
“Hi there, kiddo!” Patton waved from the doorway, wearing a hesitant smile.
“Hi,” Virgil said, hands falling onto the bed with a soft thud. “Patton, right?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Patton chuckled. He stepped into the room. In his arms there was a pile of folded clothes, which he walked up and dropped onto the bed.
“These are all for me?” Virgil asked, staring at the pile.
“Yuperino, kiddo,” Patton replied, pushing his curls away from his forehead and adjusting his glasses before they slipped off his nose. “Roman told me we’re the same age, but you’re smaller than I am, so these are actually some of my older clothes. Sorry if they’re still a bit big on you.”
Patton was by no means a large man, but he was right. He had a little extra chub and curve, whereas Virgil was maybe just a tad too skinny. After years of living on the streets, it had taken its toll on his eating habits. But if he would be eating the way he had that night for the foreseeable future, that would probably change.
“It’s mostly sweaters and t-shirts,” Patton said, pulling some stuff out of the pile. “There’s pants, of course, and I threw in a skirt and a dress too, since I don’t really know what you like.” Virgil nodded, looking through the clothes as well. “I wasn’t sure how long you’d be staying for, so I brought quite a few. They might be a little… bright for your tastes, I hope you don’t mind.”
Again, Patton was right. Virgil preferred to wear blacks and purples--it helped him hide in the shadows easier--and most of these clothes were colorful and covered by designs. Still, he just shrugged. “It’s alright, Patton. Thank you.”
Patton shot him a big grin. “Of course! Actually, I had a question for you, but it’s alright if you don’t want to answer.”
That didn’t sound promising. Despite the worried thoughts that drifted through Virgil’s head, he motioned for Patton to continue.
“Well, I just realized earlier that you looked kinda familiar.” Patton pushed his glasses up again. “I remember seeing you down at the bakery.”
Wait, what? Virgil blinked at Patton. “Huh?”
Patton laughed. “Well, my parents own the bakery in town. Didn’t you used to go down there for breakfast every morning?”
The bakery? “Your parents? You’re Dot and Larry’s son?” Virgil asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I am!”
Actually, now that Patton mentioned it, Virgil did kind of recognize him. He distantly remembered seeing Patton behind the counter or leaving the bakery sometimes. “Oh.”
Patton laughed again. “Yeah, crazy, right? Well, I’ll leave you to it, kiddo.” He stood up. “I knew you looked familiar!” With a final smile and wave, Patton walked out and disappeared down the hallway.
Virgil let out a breath and flopped back onto the bed. His eyes traced the intricate design on the ceiling.
What am I getting myself into? He asked himself. Whatever it was, part of him thought that maybe everything would turn out alright. With a sigh, he let his eyes slip shut.
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A/N: Sorry it’s been so long. Like, a whole month. I know I said it wouldn’t be too long, but I procrastinate a lot. I hope you enjoyed this though! I’d say it won’t be long til the next one, but, well, I won’t make a promise I can’t keep. But I hope to see ya there... eventually lol
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