This bulletfic adapted from a delightful conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots.
After a few awkward visits postcanon, Tankhun magnanimously decides to break the ice with Pete by giving him one of those “how compatible are you and your lover” magazine quizzes
The goal, he assures Pete, is to find Pete a different boyfriend figure out who Pete is because Tankhun doesn’t know anymore have fun. Tankhun is the best at fun, ask anybody
Naturally, Tankhun picks Vegas’s answers. He generously allowed Pete to answer for Vegas a couple times, but Pete kept choosing wrong and that cannot be allowed
And Pete’s type, going by the quiz, is a home cook who will respect Pete’s grandmother—really Vegas ought to save everyone some trouble and give him back now
…The quiz comes back “98% compatible”
The next quiz says “soulmates”
The sixth one proclaims “your love is HOT and SPICY 🌶️🌶️🌶️”
Well, a few of them were bound to be broken. Sometimes you can’t tell right away which quizzes are trustworthy and which ones will betray you in the end. Right, Pete? *tosses magazine into the growing pile behind the sofa*
Tankhun eventually decides they’re getting bad results because these quizzes are asking the wrong questions. How can you expect to learn the truth from a faulty premise?
He’ll just have to design his own quiz for next time Pete comes over
(By which he means he’ll write the first three questions and then delegate the rest to Arm and Pol with firm instructions to ensure that Pete fails)
(Wanting Pete to fail is not pettiness, by the way. Tankhun is awakening Pete to the truth—it’s actually the kindest thing he could do)
The result is a winding and incredibly specific quiz that features several pointed mentions of Pol getting shot and descriptions of Vegas’s general inability to love anybody
Pete navigates the quiz awkwardly but flawlessly. He scores “a love that spans lifetimes,” it’s horrid
Afterwards, Tankhun looks over the quiz outcomes and realizes that not just one but several of them are positive. Enormous oversight on Arm and Pol’s part
Tankhun only punishes them a little. This is still fixable. And at least while Pete’s playing magazine quiz with Tankhun, he’s not in that dreadful apartment with dreadful Vegas
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Things for V to do while Eddie's working or asleep.
Paying
pest control (official)
construction work or something; heavy lifting
park ranger maybe or search and rescue? avoid helicopters though (might be tricky as Venom)
medical diagnosis/potential solving? super illegal; underground for the homeless? maybe non-paying then (cancer removal, ftm top surgery, fat reduction? free eats then)
animal behaviourist/trainer? we could do this but would anyone go for it?
life model (might be boring for long poses, bring a phone/book/podcast to browse discreetly?)
Non-Paying
swim in the bay
watch tv/youtube (technically paying but alreay paid for; turn off Eddie's hearing if working)
start an askblog? (might need some help to get it set up securely if it's as Venom, we don't want to tip anyone off to our home base; could be paying if it takes off)
youtube asmr (good voice, slime?)
pest control (catch, neuter & release ferals)
parkour around town (not too extreme as Eddie, we don't want the press)
podcasts
check for anyone in need of help on the street; local gossip. (go as Eddie)
Costs Money
amusement park
all-you-can-eat buffets/challenge eating (might have to go as Eddie, Venom might be disqualified)
food review blog (maybe paying/free eats if it takes off)
zoo
museum (differences in art interpretation with Eddie asleep?)
paintball (no cheating)
books, ebooks
learn to cook? (start small and slow, nothing that could burn at first)
videogames
arts and crafts
get and care for a pet (needs to be happy in apartment, cheap, maybe a feeder species for snacks; preparing and planning okay, talk to Eddie first before committing)
puzzles
do medical research (helpful to have words for stuff, maybe can one-up Dan with inside knowledge)
chat with Anne, Dan, Mrs Chen (make sure they're awake before calling)
Free Eats
pest control (freelance)
hunt pigeons (as Venom unless for sure no one's around and no cameras)
one hot-dog from Mr Hendel's stand a week
butcher 4 streets down tosses bones at 4am monday (not ideal but fun to chew)
can we work something out with a slaughterhouse? it'd be even better if we could get paid to kill stuff, but even just picking up offal would be good if not as fresh (cow brains can't be legally sold - go for those? can we handle Mad Cow?)
I was thinking about what the crows first memories would be, and them getting extracted by someone on parem and broadcasted to the others, simply because i want them to share about their pasts but kaz is too private for saying that. I mean, Inej almost gt him to talk about jordie once and he clammed up and started ranting about he shoved a key through one of the guys that tricked him’s windpipe. So yeah, he isnt the most sharing kind of guy.
But i wanted to delve in to what Kaz’ first memory would be, and decided upon: the goose. I imagined one day that kaz has this goose he was really close to as a little farm kid (because i believe kaz means goose in one language.) So prepare for this... i believe its called a bullet fic. I will be posting some more young Kaz bullet fic stuff as well soon!
- So we’ve got toddler three year old Kaz, who is really bored one day because Jordie doesn’t want to play, and Mama and Da are busy with paperwork and other work for the farm. So he toddles around the farmyard near their house, being cute and toddlerish,, and getting very mucky.
- and he notices one of the geese has got out, one of their semi tame ones that will be alright one minute and peck you the next.
- and he decides to go tell Mama that it got loose. So he toddles off inside, and goes to her study to tell her: “the goose is out” in a little toddler lisp. But Mama is too busy right now, and she tells Kaz to try to lead it back in to it’s pen, “you be a big boy and do that for mama.”
- but this isnt want Kaz wanted, and now he’s disgruntled. The goose is out, but it was also an excuse to do something with Mama, but she still says that she’s too busy. So he goes off to Da, but he says the same sought of thing.
- So bored little Kaz decides he might as well try to get the Goose back - hes small enough to fit through the pen, anyways. But he cant find the goose anymore in the farmyard.
- so he goes back inside, and it turns out the goose followed him in through the door
- and it waddled in to the lounge (living room) and its made a complete mess of the s
- and bored little Kaz decides to join in
- and they have a grand old time ripping the stuffing out of the sofa cusions, and Kaz does get pecked, but when he glares at the goose it turns in to a staring contest, which kaz is absolutely great at.
- and by the time Mama and Da finish up, and come in to the lounge, the sofa is almost destroyed, and there is little Kaz and the goos e in the middle of it, with the massivist grin on his face, declaring that the goose is his new best friend and, “i told you the goose got out!”
- seven year old Jordie thinks its halarius when he finds out, and is miffed he missed it. but as the sofa is in even to much disrepare for Mama’s needle, they get to use it as a play fort.
- also, i reckon Kaz would name the goose, a really uncreative name because he’s three. Something like Mister Goose, or AARAAUGGHH (*an imitation of a goose honking. it’s name isnt simply honk, but kaz just imitates the strange honk the goose makes.
- this is one of the only memories Kaz has of his mother, as she died only a few months later.
And that concludes the post! Check back in a couple of days for another installment of young kaz headlines, featuring the first time he discovered magic tricks pared with Mister Goose’s death.
the days after the visit from beca’s capitol entourage, she’s restless and anxious. the momentary post-Games absence she’d had from that world had managed to numb some of the awfulness (not that she’d forgotten any of it), but now those feelings are bubbling back up in her, present and hungry
days are the worst. at night she dreams -- mostly bad -- but at least she’s asleep, not conscious of her thoughts. during the days, though, she has nothing to occupy her mind or her hands
emily’s at school, her dad at the mill. it’s just beca and that house, that too big, too extravagant house, her thoughts filling up every inch inside it until she feels crushed under their weight
sometimes she walks, just to have space to breathe, but there are always people, and her victory is still fresh on their minds. they always stare as she passes and sometimes they speak to her as she makes her way from shop to shop in the square, looking for anything emily’s family or her dad might need to get them through the winter. she’s got too much money and too many thoughts -- she can’t get rid of any of it
mainly she spends the day waiting for emily to get back from school. emily fills up that house with words and life and distractions. welcome, beautiful distractions, like her face, her laugh, her stories and her hands, chopping vegetables beca’d bought while she speaks, steady and confident from the many years spent looking after her sisters
she’s not just a distraction, though, beca thinks sometimes as she zones out in front of the tv, waiting, waiting. in the capitol, emily would be a tasty distraction to any person who can appreciate a pretty face
no. emily’s more than that to beca. she just doesn’t know how much more. emily is whatever she meant when she’d murmured who says i’m pretending against beca’s cheek.
she’s a faulty radio broadcast stuck on repeat when beca wants to avoid thinking of other things. she’s a reprieve, a confusing but welcome dream. emily is an inhalation, taken deeply into the lungs, a reason to come home again
who says i’m pretending
she’s a warm presence in the night, she’s crisp winter air on the skin, she’s all limbs and soft eyes and inviting lips, a pretty pout, an easy smile, a magnetic mouth drawing beca’s gaze, constant yearning and uncertainty and wanting, wanting, wanting
who says i’m prete--
a knock on the door halts this incessant train of thought. but emily had to stop at her mom’s house after school and it’s too early for her to be back and, beca frowns, she wouldn’t knock anyway. not anymore
she opens the door warily, praying it’s not one of those other victors, what’s-his-face from three houses down wanting to see if she’s got any booze again
“hey,” chloe’s smile is bright, brighter than the autumn sun sinking lower in the sky behind her
“oh,” beca mouths, surprised and, without reason, suddenly on guard. she clears her throat. “uh, hey.”
chloe’s smile flickers, just for a moment, but then it’s back. “can i come in for a second?”
beca nods numbly, holding the door open for chloe to pass. she leads chloe to the kitchen, offering her some water. they awkwardly settle at the kitchen table, staring at each other
“so...” beca says without preamble. “what are you doing here?”
“what,” chloe chuckles, but it’s fake and beca hates it. “i can’t visit my best friend just because?”
beca shrugs
“right,” chloe clears her throat. “no you’re right. i’m here to invite you out actually. there’s a bonfire tonight before curfew. bunch of the old crew is gonna be there and i thought, i dunno, you might wanna come.”
“oh”
“it’s gonna be small, just you know, like stacie and ash and jess and aubrey, and oh, hey! did you know aubrey is friends with emily? you should bring her along”
beca hesitates. “oh,” she says again, if only because she doesn’t know what else to say
chloe seems to realize she hasn’t sold beca on the idea and she leans forward, reaching for beca’s hand across the table. beca flinches, her hand twitching... but after a beat she relaxes, her fingers stilling between chloe’s
“please?” chloe says. “i miss you. and i think it will be really good for you to start getting back to normal”
beca frowns. “back to normal?” a bitter laugh escapes her throat “dude, i don’t think that’s gonna happen”
“of course it is,” chloe says plainly. “you just need to get out and stop moping around here thinking about it. what you went through was unimaginable and i can’t even begin to understand. but holing up by yourself and reliving it 24/7 isn’t gonna help you move past it beca”
beca twists her mouth. “move past it?”
chloe shoots her a small smile, still not getting it. “yeah.”
it’s out of becas mouth before she can help it “maybe i don’t wanna move past it”
chloe’s eyes widen and she leans back slightly. “what? beca”
“you dont get it,” it’s taking all of becas willpower not to shout. “i killed three people. even more died because of me. i can’t just move the fuck past that.”
“no,” chloe backtracks. “of course not. i just meant --”
“you meant that im not the same as i was and you want me to be because you cant deal with the fact that things are different.”
chloe huffs. “that’s not fair. and fine, maybe i don’t want them to be different! is it so bad that i miss you?”
“no but you dont just get to decide how things should be. how i should be!” beca’s vaguely aware of the sound of the front door opening and closing, emily’s shuffling footsteps in the hall. she takes a deep breath, knowing emily will call for her... but it never comes
she hears emily move down the hall, into the family room, quiet and cautious, and wonders if emily heard any of their conversation.
she pulls her hand from chloe’s and chloe leans back in her chair, face pinched.
“listen,” chloe murmurs, “i’m sorry if i don’t understand, but i just want to help. and i think doing stuff that will make you feel a little normal again might.”
beca scoffs. “nothing is going to make me feel normal again, okay? nothing is ever going to be how it was.”
chloe crosses her arms. “so that’s it then? you’re just going to hang around day after day waiting for emily to come home. you’re not going to have a life? friends?”
beca grunts. “that’s not what im saying.”
“it sure feels like that.” chloe hesitates, then-- “she doesn’t even know you.”
“maybe that’s the point. and sorry but neither do you anymore.”
“fine,” chloe snaps, standing and putting on her jacket. “but i’m not just gonna stand aside and let you fester. she’s not the only one who cares about you.”
beca opens her mouth to respond, but a sudden noise slips into the kitchen, and the unexpectedness of it catches her off-guard.
“i..” she starts but can’t finish, distracted by the noise. music, she realizes. piano.
she exhales, trying to focus but her attention is elsewhere. “look i appreciate what you’re doing,” she says to chloe, managing to look at her again. “but i’m not there right now and i dont know when i will be”
chloe looks at her for a long moment, and beca tries to dissect the emotions flitting across her face, but that’s when the music stutters, a botched chord, and beca’s attention dips again, her head turning toward the sound.
is emily playing that?
“fine,” chloe says and beca’s gaze flicks back as chloe starts to walk toward the front door. she follows, half of her attention on chloe and half in the other room. “but the offer is still open. and you’re welcome to bring emily.” she stops at the door, fingers on the handle, turning to look at beca. “i like her, despite everything.”
“despite everything?”
chloe’s face is unreadable, something beca suddenly realizes has never happened before. chloe has always been an open book.
her eyes look over beca’s shoulder, toward the other room, before settling back on beca. “i just thought--” she frowns, cutting off, then sighs and opens the door. a gust of autumn wind blows into the entrance hall and beca shivers as chloe steps outside. “the games,” chloe says, eyes dark as they appraise beca from the front step. “us. everything that’s happened. I just hope she’s worth it all.”
she doesn’t give beca a chance to respond. just pulls her coat tighter around her and heads off down the front steps, turning into the road.
beca watches her go, mouth hanging open, until she’s nothing but a shadowy speck against the horizon
The bullet-fic story of how FBI Agent Thomas Sanders saved Virgil and gained a massive amount of trust from his former-con-artist Criminal Informants. For the Con-Artist!AU.
Tags: @ nblievablenerd
Tw: violence, shooting/gun violence, implied past physical abuse, kidnapping, Deceit makes an appearance and isn’t a terrible person but idk if I can call it “Sympathetic Deceit”?, tremendous emotional stress on all parties that leads to some yelling and arguing and not-dealing-well.
So the Core Four has been working for Thomas and the FBI as CIs for a little over a year at this point. And they have a working relationship now, and have cracked a lot of cases together, but they’re kinda working on the whole “trust” thing because the year was not without it’s. challenges.
But anyways a case comes up involving an old con buddy that Virgil used to do cons with. He’d pay Virgil a cut for doing some of the cyber work (hacking into things, unlocking doors from his computer, etc.)
So when he floats across Thomas’s case files, Thomas sees the recognition in Virgil’s eyes and is like “you know him? Think you can help me catch him?”
And Virgil tries to explain to Thomas that this guy is. not a good guy. I mean, obviously he’s not a good guy but he’s an Extra Bad Dude that could get violent and had a very short temper and Virgil cut off working with him for that very reason.
Thomas tries to explain that the sooner they can bring him in, the sooner he stops hurting people. And Thomas sees the sort of uncomfortable, haunted gaze and is like “Virgil we gotta bring him in but I won’t make you interact with him” because he kinda suspects that maybe this “he can just.....get violent, Thomas” attitude of Virgil is really Virgil’s way of saying “he was violent with me”
But Virgil feels like he should have done more to stop him a long time ago and is like. “no, he’ll talk to me. Let’s make a plan. I’m fine”
Thomas doesn’t fully buy it. He talks to Logan about it, but all Logan really knows is that Virgil always got a little weird whenever the guy’s name (Marcus) was mentioned. Virgil wouldn’t tell him anything beyond that, and Logan never pressed him.
So anyways, Thomas is like “okay we’ll just try to keep you extra safe.” So they make this plan where Virgil will set up a meeting with him, talking about this rare painting that will be transferred from the Met in a week and asking if he’ll help. If he agrees, they’ll set up a meeting point to discuss further and the FBI will meet him at that point and arrest him there. Thomas assured him that he’ll plainclothes it, so he’ll be nearby in case something goes wrong. They’ll cut his anklet to avoid suspicion. It should be easy. “I promise you’ll be safe” he tells him. Easy.
And it should have been.
But Marcus got word that Virgil was working for the FBI. So what was supposed to be a meeting turned into a kidnapping. And Virgil was shoved into a van that took off speeding down the street and the last thing he saw was Thomas sprinting towards him, yelling his name, as the canvas bag was pulled over his head and they swung the van door shut.
When Thomas gets back to the FBI building….
Thomas hasn’t even taken two steps onto the floor when Roman storms up to him. His eyes are bright and furious and terrified and Thomas wonders if Roman might actually hit him. But Thomas can’t stop thinking about the raw fear in Virgil’s eyes and that he promised he’d keep Virgil safe. And Thomas actually gives a small shove past Roman and whistles loudly to grab everybody’s attention.
Thomas loudly explains what happened in short terms: “Listen up, guys. Virgil’s been kidnapped. Taken down 4th Ave in a black van with license plate XDS 3452. Suspect has history of violence. Time is of the essence”
And when Thomas brushes past Patton and Logan—who had lingered back where Roman charged forward—Patton doesn’t miss the pained look in Thomas’s eyes behind the steely resolve. Roman, still angry and everything else, goes to charge after Thomas to yell at him, but Logan saw the look in Thomas’s face and places a hand on Roman’s chest to stop him with a slight shake of his head.
Over the next several hours, the three of them work with Thomas and the FBI agents on the case to figure out where he might’ve taken Virgil. None of the others had worked with Marcus, and Virgil didn’t like to talk about his time with him, but they had connections in the underground still and used them as much as they could.
Logan even reaches out to Deceit at one point, who is able to tell them that he heard Marcus found out about Virgil and the rest of the others working as a CI, and he was angry. But Deceit hadn’t heard where he might’ve taken Virgil. Deceit promises to look into it. He does as much as he can from his end, but none of his contacts know whats up beyond that.
As the search progresses, Patton tries to be understanding and patient… but the tension of knowing Virgil is in the hands of a violent criminal who has reason to be angry with him builds inside of him. It’s a swell of unpleasant emotions—anger and fear and sadness—and Patton doesn’t really know what to do. So he lingers around Roman and Logan because he can’t look out for Virgil right now but he can try to protect the others around him right now. He tries to not let his negative emotions direct towards Thomas because he knows Thomas is taking it hard too, even if he doesn’t understand why that’s the case, but it’s hard when he himself heard Thomas promise to Virgil that he’d keep him safe. Two hours into the search, Patton excuses himself to the bathroom and sobs. It doesn’t help with the negative emotions as much as he’d hoped it would.
Roman is scared—terrified—for Virgil and it makes him even more reckless and passionate than he already was. His comments become scathing. His glares are sharp. After the first three hours, Roman excuses himself to blow off steam in the training gym and wails on a punching bag and pretends it’s sweat that’s rolling down his cheeks.
Logan just. Shuts down emotionally. He exudes this collected, precise, stoic exterior because breaking down will not get Virgil found. He throws himself into the investigation. He tries to help Thomas, he chases down every single lead he has and contacts anyone he can think of that might have heard something through back channels. He helps Thomas, and when Thomas doesn’t need help, he helps other agents. Logan doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop thinking, doesn’t stop trying. He doesn’t stop.
Four hours in, when Thomas tells him they’re running out of leads, Logan loses his composure and yells.
Six hours in, they finally catch a break. A security camera finds the van outside of a warehouse in the fashion district in the city. The Sides try to go with Thomas, but Thomas tells him he won’t let them because it puts them at risk too. Sort of a “this guy is mad because he knows Virgil and you all are CIs. That means you guys are targets too.”
Roman blows up on him. “Protecting him was supposed to be your job¸Thomas! YOURS! You’ve already failed once! How can you expect us to trust you to bring him home?!”
Patton kinda grabs Roman and hugs him, and Roman tries to kinda shove out of the grip but Patton holds fast and Roman eventually stops fighting him and kinda sags into the embrace a bit. Logan has his arms folded tightly across his chest and he’s watching Thomas strap into a Kevlar vest and strap a gun into his holster.
And Logan just says, “So?” When Thomas looks at him, he prompts, “you didn’t answer Roman’s question.”
And Thomas’s jaw kinda sets and Logan sees a spark of determined anger in his eyes. “Marcus took one of my own. I’m not coming back without him.” And then Thomas is gone.
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finally got around to finishing this series!!! after 84 years! hope u harry potter fans enjoy this bc i do everything 4 you guys hehehe ilu
Seungkwan:
Hufflepuff, but it took our dear old sorting hat a couple minutes…in the end Seungkwan asked for Hufflepuff because he thought some of the students on the slytherin table looked scary
Ironically enough, those students became some of his best friends later
He’s from a family of different houses so he didn’t really have any pressure to be sorted into the right house
Loves being a Hufflepuff because no one expects him when he jinxes the rugs in the third-floor classroom to fly around like owls
Has a secret talent, or more like a skill…… He can communicate with animals…he doesn’t tell anyone for like three years after he finds out
Loves Care of Magical Creatures, is in love with the Occamy hatchlings from one of Hagrid lessons and often visits his hut to check up on them
Drags Soonyoung or Seokmin with him into the forbidden forest on a weekly basis…..to see the Peruvian Vipertooth that Hagrid had raised….his name is Diggory
Seungkwan also excels at Charms, being a keen jinxer and a quick-witted wizard who can easily think his way out of sticky situations
Perfected 5th year level spells in his third year, without the Charms professor knowing
Seungkwan is a lot smarter than people give him credit for, once managed to distract an agitated Abraxan that had hurt its wing and had to land in the courtyard
All of the students outside started panicking as the huge horse galloped around the grounds in panic but not Seungkwan!
He jumped right into action and managed to conjure some reigns on the Abraxan, calming it with a somewhat weak but still impressive bewitched sleep
He has an owl named Bubo, she’s a Eurasian Eagle Owl and she’s Seungkwan’s biggest pride
Seungkwan is probably the friendliest student at Hogwarts, knowing everyone and often having to run to his lectures because he got stopped in the corridor by someone he knew
Often hangs out in the great hall with some of the guys from his group to watch them duel in Wizarding Chess
He’s the speaker/commentator for Quidditch games and often sings during the breaks
His wand is a caramel Applewood, straight with a amethyst dotted handle. Unicorn hair core, 7 inches, stout and rounded tip
Seungkwan’s patronus is a fox
Vernon:
Vernon is a muggle-born Hufflepuff
A quiet and peaceful soul that just tries his best at everything
Vernon is wise beyond his years and often says something that stops his older mates in their tracks
Then two seconds later he snort laughs at Soonyoungs fart joke and its like he never even said that super philosophical thing anyway
Vernon is very interested in Astronomy and is also developing a favor for potions, Mingyu pomised to help him study so that helped spark his interest a little
He is sowly becoming the Charms professors favorite student due to his fast progress in the subject, the teacher said that Vernon could become a good duelist if he practiced his defense against the dark arts spells a little more
But Vernon is a pacifist and would rather spend his days watching Joshua feed mandrakes, laughing at Seokmin losing in Wizards Chess or help Mingyu collect wolfsbane for his extra credit potion
Vernon becomes somewhat of a favorite in the Hufflepuff dungeon, because he’s one of the few people that acknowledge the house elfs that are working away in the ajar kitchen
The Hufflepuff Quidditch team are trying to scout him as their seeker because he’s one of the few people that can actually see the snitch
One time he caught the snitch from the audience, Seungkwan screaming at him over the speakers to let it go
But the snitch had already retracted its wings and Hufflepuff won the game
Vernon still declined the position, saying he didn’t want to take it from the current seeker
But the current seeker was threatening to quit if Vernon didn’t say yes
Vernon said he’d think about it
Like Seungkwan, his roommate, Vernon owns an owl.
His is a lot smaller than Seungkwans, a tiny Ural Owl named Melody
His wand is of Rowan, light wood with bark details twirling around the wand. Flexible, 9 inches with Dragon heart string core from an Ukrainian Ironbelly
Patronus is a Doe
Dino:
Ravenclaw……….One wouldn’t think so at first sight,,,
He isn’t outstanding in his class…a typical second best
But get this…
He skipped his entire first year because he had prepared so much for school start that he’d already taught himself the entire first year curriculum…..so he got bumped up
So now he’s in class with Vernon and Seungkwan….and they never let him be
Always babying him and making sure he’s okay
Chan is very well liked by the teachers, they’re all impressed by his extreme work ethic and drive…what a good student… He’s always on time, always sits up front, notebook ready
But he’s also a little rascal…..often helping Minghao and Jihoon place tricks and jinxes to get back at Joshua, Jeonghan or Seungkwan…..hehe
His favorite subject it Defense Against The Dark Arts, Charms and Transfiguration
He studies very very hard bc he wants to become an Auror
Like his mom
All his friends make sure he’s well studied, well rested and prepared for his exams drilling his knowledge at the breakfast table as one of them shoves a bagel down his throat and another prepares a cup of tea for him
Chan is a powerful wizard as well, he isn’t as powerful as Joshua or as quick thinking as Seungkwan but he definitively has the broadest spectrum of spells, charms, jinxes and hexes memorized
He literally has a spell for any situation, even if its not useful
Becomes kind of insecure when his friends aren’t there to back him up and sees his friends as his security net and would do anything for them
Managed to distract the headmaster while Jeonghan snuck back into detention after escaping to go to Hogsmeade with Seokmin, Wonu and Jihoon
He plays for the quidditch team as well….he’s a beater and often impresses the instructor with his impeccable flying skills
Wants to become Captain one day but so far he has to accept the fact that he’s still a newbie
Has a rat and an owl, oops broke the rules oh nooo
Chan got his rat from the same person Joshua got Grover, theyre siblings u see
The rat is a smart little silver girl named Brie n she picks locks for a living
She lives in Chans sock drawer
Chan also has a tawny owl that isn’t very friendly, its name is Donald
His wand is grey toned Ashwood with a sleek two tone finish that gradiates along the handle. Unicorn hair core, 11.3 inches.
Chan’s patronus is a honey badger, tiny in size but incredibly strong and fearless and not afraid to face even the worst of predators
the lamp crew dont really have much time to do the hanging out thing anymore because of how busy they get nowadays, but they try their best to have mini date nights and such !!
a lot of the time not all of them can join because of... ahem. reasons. ("VIRGIL WE CAN LITERALLY SEE THE EXHAUSTION ON YOUR FACE SLEEP ALREADY YOU EMO NERD")
so 75% of the time its either pat ro n lo or just ro n lo, since pat is trying to force virgil to get some darn sleep
if patton isnt there with roman and lo in the imagination, the other two will just dork around and smother each other in kisses and cuddles until one or both of them accidentally drift off
if thats the case, patton somehow just knows and bring them back to their own rooms
there was a couple times when they all had their calm stargazing moments and deceit walked in, trying to borrow roman for something, but he saw how calm and collected they were sitting there with each other, so he just smiled and walked off.
there isnt much else to these date night other than a bunch of dorks cuddling and not even looking into the sky, but they love each other and thats all that matters uwu
