Remus smiled smugly as Virgil's eyes shined brightly, staring up at the stars. He was talking very animatedly about a feeling and the change and a bunch of more really complex dynamics that Remus just didn't get. And Remus was pretty chill with just having visions and Virgil being a sign interpreter with a little crossover. If anything it just solidified that they were meant to be together for him. And maybe he was delusional. But this was a nice once. And maybe they were. The prophecy mentioned one seer. Maybe they acted as one seer. All that shit's vague. He could ask Virgil later if he ran across the whole thing.

Remus leaned back and folded his arms under his head and stared up at the bright starry sky. There wasn't much room on the roof, but they sat on an edge clear of the solar panels, huddled together against the slightly chilly night breeze. Virgil reached out behind himself and grabbed Remus's arm and his breath hitched. So Remus sat up and gave him a tight hug to ground him again.

"You're safe, V," Remus said softly.

"And you swear you're not gonna jump?" Virgil asked nervously.

"Eh, sky's pretty up here," Remus said dismissively and let him go, still holding on to his arm.

"It is!" Virgil shined. "It's still… very high," Virgil mumbled. "And there's… no railing,"

"So let's get down. You had a seer thing already, right?" Remus said.

"D, did I have a seer thing?" Virgil asked carefully, and Remus chuckled.

"Yes, Virgil. We probably should get down. You're right that there's no railing and I'm concerned you may pass out if you go further. That would be… messy at best," Damien said carefully. Remus kept a hand on Virgil as he shifted over to the hatch that let them up on the roof. He slipped slightly as he pulled open the hatch, and Remus caught him easily. Virgil hissed and clambered down the ladder. Remus wanted to go last, but Damien glared at him until Remus shifted to go down the ladder himself. Remus rolled his eyes. Damien came down after Remus cleared the ladder and secured the hatch carefully with a lock.

Virgil grabbed nervously on to Remus's robe sleeve and Remus pulled him in for a bear hug with a squeak like a dog toy coming out of Virgil.

"We're done working, yeah? Let's go join the party," Remus smiled widely at Damien who smirked oddly and nodded.

"Need air!" Virgil squeaked again and Remus let him go.

"Whoopsie! Sorry Vi-vi," Remus kept his hand on his arm as Virgil took a deep breath.

"Other than nearly suffocating, are you alright Virgil? And please answer honestly," Damien asked pleadingly.

"I'd… kill for a drink," Virgil offered as he took a deep breath.

"He says he's tired and nervous and I'm an asshole for hugging too hard as much as he liked it," Remus smiled. Virgil flushed and shot an angry look at Remus.

"I'm so glad you come with a translator, Virgil," Damien laughed. "Not that I dislike Virgil's little delirious nickname that stuck, but it is technically inappropriate to call me that. So please call me by my full name at the gathering," He added. Virgil nodded, stumbled slightly before moving forward, so Remus held out his arm for Virgil to hold on to as they walked to the sanctuary. Virgil huffed and slipped up his hood on to his head as they walked.

Virgil paused before they passed through the door to the sanctuary. There was laughter and chatter audible through the door and he stiffened from the noise.

"You do not have to join, Virgil, you're welcome to go lie down. I do not attend most nights, myself," Damien offered consolingly. Virgil shook his head and pulled his arm out of Remus's, grabbing the back of his robes instead.

"V, everybody's seen you latched onto me one way or another. Nobody cares," Remus laughed. Virgil pouted and pushed Remus forward to tell him to open the door and go in.

"Sir Remus! And Lord Damien! What a pleasant surprise!" a voice spoke up as they walked in. Remus laughed that they couldn't see Virgil hiding behind him. Maybe that was Virgil's plan all along. "Thorn! Please pour them some glasses," One of the kids in a brown robe nodded and hopped up right away. Remus recognized him as the guy who had been giving him extra bacon and gave him a huge grin and held up two fingers and pointed behind him to let him know Virgil was there without announcing he was there. Thorn nodded brightly and headed to the table with the mead in the corner.

Remus wasn't interested in chatting with any old dusty guys like were bound to corner Damien, so he went to go sit with a circle of the initiates, Virgil sitting closely behind him. .

"'Sup nerds?" Remus asked as he sat down.

"Sir Remus! We were wondering if you were going to come again tonight. And um…" A guy… Felton, maybe? He paused and looked to Virgil. Remus just shook his head.

"There's mead and weed and I've had a long day of lookin' at stuff," Remus smiled.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Hey, Ozzy, don't hog the blunt," Felton said, motioning for him to give it up. He passed it to the guy next to him until it ended up at Remus.

"Thanks," He smiled and took a nice long draw and passed it behind him to Virgil as he held on. He felt Virgil draw against his back and passed it back to Remus, who let it out through his nose and passed it on to the next guy. Thorn handed Remus and Virgil their drinks and took his spot back in the circle.

"So?" Thorn asked expectantly.

"Season of wind," Remus coughed slightly before taking a sip of the smooth mead. There was a little whooping and cheering for a moment.

"Finally. I've been waiting for ages to read the new Charging book," A girl said. He wasn't positive, but he thought her name was Morgan.

"Screw reading, I want to play video games," Osborne said, leaning back looking very relaxed.

"What do you guys have, anyway?" Remus asked.

"Oh, just older consoles and some laptops have Minecraft and a few other things," Another girl said. She had a long name. Remus thought it started with an L.

"I will kick anybody's ass at any Mario Kart you have," Remus announced confidently.

"Mario Kart Tourney," Felton hissed excitedly. Virgil threw his head back, probably taking a larger swig behind him.

"Yes," The L girl smirked. "Don't underestimate my luck with random items,"

"He could probably foresee whatever you're going to get or something, Layfaette," Thorn rolled his eyes. Virgil chuckled quietly behind him.

"Maybe I can, maybe I can't, but lucky item draws don't scare me," Remus smirked. "Real Mario Kart skill is about driving fearlessly,"

"If you go off the track if sets you back like 5 seconds or something, why would you risk it?" Felton asked incredulously and took a draw from the blunt.

"And that's why I'll be winning," Remus laughed.

"Oh, we should set stakes. What's something the loser can get?" Thorn suggested and Remus was handed the blunt again. He was glad he needed a few hits to feel it. Virgil should be good after this one, though, the tiny thing.

Remus took a long draw while they suggested things that weren't that bad. He passed it back to Virgil who probably filled his entire lungs before handing it over. Remus passed it on for him. Remus let it out very slowly. They really grew good shit here. Nice body high without much mind high. Though they probably had mind high for visions somewhere. The glass of mead and a couple of blunts around this room were all for winding down, though. And they said they didn't have weed every night, either. They said it was pretty rare normally, and it's usually only out for the new moon and full moon. The under 20s weren't supposed to do it too often, something like monthly, but it was basically an honor system. The adults would watch, but you self regulated. Remus was glad he was not part of that group, because Remus and honor system just doesn't go in the same sentence.

He wasn't sure about everything else, but Remy would like this. The low key party with nice kids and nothing to look out for. Lazy conversation. All the initiates were pretty cool, no pressure, nothing mean, probably the least judgmental kids he ever met. The adults weren't bad to talk to either. Though Remus had different problems than Remy. His experience probably wasn't universal. Virgil slowly let it out behind him. Wow, he could hold like a champ for somebody so small.

"Loser listens to Remus's theory about mothman breeding. It sounds cool at first, but trust me, it's not one you walk away from the same person," Virgil piped up from behind Remus and slid under Remus's arm to face the group. He was always a cuddly stoner. He's just cuddly anytime he's not thinking too much, really. There was a pause, but they laughed mirthfully.

"Okay, yeah, you know what? I love it. I don't think I'd mind losing. That sounds like a blast," Thorn said. Remy wouldn't look him in the eye for like an hour after he told it, so Remus knew it was one of his odder ones. People not believing his theories about paranormal creatures never bothered him as much as getting upset at real-life theories.

"Hi, Sir Virgil!" Felton beamed at him. Virgil nestled into the crook of Remus's arm.

"Hey," Virgil gave a lazy salute.

"I don't know if I want to hear about mothman breeding," Layfaette said nervously.

"Then don't be in the last place," Thorn laughed.

"Let's do it a few days in so we can all get some practice first. I don't want us all to be sloppy around the track," Morgan said. Virgil snickered. He was probably thinking the same thing Remus was. That they didn't stand a chance. Virgil and Remus played aggressively.

"How much name-calling is going to be allowed?" Virgil asked and took a lazy sip of the mead.

"Um. Hm. It's part of the fun, but I suppose we should draw the line somewhere," Felton said considerately. Ozzy took a long draw and rolled his eyes, passing it on. "What, you know?" They all waited while he let it out.

"Yeah. It's obvious, isn't it? No personal insults, nothing obscene, and if anybody in the tournament says stop, you gotta stop for the night," Osbourne suggested.

"Okay, yeah, that's perfect," Thorn said with a shrug.

"Aw, but I'm so good at obscene insults," Remus whined.

"Remus gets an obscene non-personal insult at last place in the next tournament," Virgil laughed.

"Weekly tournaments until season of the wind is over?" Felton suggested brightly. There was a cheer of agreement.

"Hey, where's uh… what's his name. Percy," Virgil piped up. Who the fuck was Percy? He wasn't here last night.

"He's watching his little sister again tonight, she's been having nightmares," Layfaette explained lackadaisically and took a draw.

"You've been at it for a while and that's a shortie now, mind if I kill the blunt?" Remus asked as Layfaette passed it on. There was a murmur of noncommittal noises.

"Yeah, I think it's fine. We're all pretty chill already," Thorn said.

"Oh, Ream can do that thing where he can pull the entire blunt to dust, it's really cool to watch," Virgil said, leaning slightly to look up. Remus exhaled completely and started slowly drawing. You had to pull super slow or it wouldn't work. Felton looked in awe and everyone else watched with vested interest until the blunt literally disintegrated itself between his fingers. Thorn clapped, and Morgan gasped. Felton's jaw dropped.

"Oh, he gets the last hit every time. That's some waste-not want-not magic," Thorn said excitedly. Remus let it out slowly and happily drank some more mead for his now very raw throat. The very last bit of smoke was mostly papers. Did they make their own cellulose papers? That's pretty cool. Remus sighed and leaned back, and Virgil nestled into him again.

"Um… Sir Remus. I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but are you two dating?" Layfaette asked. Remus laughed loudly at that and Virgil shifted, probably to glare at her.

"Nope," Remus reached up to ruffle Virgil's hair under the hood. Virgil grumbled and fidgeted with his bangs before settling back against Remus. "People always ask. It was kinda rude, but I've asked worse," Remus laughed. Layfaette looked a little embarrassed. "But now the rumor mill will handle it and I won't have to answer that again. Virgil and I take care of each other. We love each other as much as friends or brothers could, and we aren't going to stop. But we don't make out and there's no butt stuff," Remus chuckled again. Virgil smacked him. Morgan gasped.

"I'll apologize for Sir Remus's crass comment," Virgil groaned.

"No, that just sounds painful," Morgan said. Layfaette laughed. Remus smirked. She's done butt stuff.

"Which one?" Remus looked at her and asked. Layfaette turned bright red. "Hey, a rude question for a rude question, it's fair play. You don't have to answer,"

"What are you talking about?" Felton asked.

"Nothin'. Girl talk. Hey, is there any nail polish here? I'm mostly chips," Remus asked, lifting one of his hands to wiggle his mostly naked fingernails at them.

"Um. Hm. You can check the storage's inventory. Most of us don't wear it because it chips off so fast," Morgan said. Remus sat up, and Virgil grumbled from the motion. He looked like he was getting sleepy. The roof probably drained more from him than he let on. Virgil mumbled something Remus couldn't make out and snuggled in his arms.

"I can't wait till somebody gives me an axe," Remus chuckled.

"What?" Felton asked curiously.

"V saw a rainy month. We might make another cistern. I wonder if we could get an ass-load of sand and make the whole cistern a filter," Remus mused.

"I don't know if we could find that much fine sand," Virgil mumbled. "It'd be more realistic to make a large one before it connects to the pipes. We'd still need a serious amount of sand, though," Virgil yawned.

"Aw, a rainy month? When does it start?" Felton asked.

"Mm… it's raining tonight. It'll be dry for a weekish before the rain starts," Virgil grumbled, somewhat burying himself in Remus's robes. "M' head hurts. Ask later," He said, flopping his hand vaguely in Felton's direction.

"Virge, you're not an 8 ball," Remus chuckled and held Virgil gently.

"Reply hazy, try again," Virgil groaned. Remus wrapped his arm around Virgil and pulled him in to lay more comfortably. Virgil shifted and angled his head away from the light. The candlelight in here wasn't too bright, but he did fail at a recovery day again.

"Virgil's tapping out, everybody say goodnight," Remus chuckled slightly and Virgil waved vaguely as the others said 'goodnight' to Virgil humorously.

"I don't do the weather. We're off the clock anyway, we'll just have to talk about normal teenager stuff like boys, shoes, and what that bitch Jessica said in class today," Remus said, smiling lazily and finishing the last part of his mead. He reached for Virgil's nearly empty glass and swirled it a bit, watching the candlelight bounce in the glass.

"Percy did say something in class today, though I wouldn't call him a bitch," Layfaette offered.

"Oh, dish, dish," Remus smirked. Thorn rolled his eyes but leaned forward regardless.