Study Buddies Complete Issac Dou Virgil Lee

Dexter and Jolly-bean, uh... Virgil thinks to himself. Cool names. Ok, not cool, but they're definitely cute! He's always been quite terrible at naming things — drawings, toys and especially pets. In the precious two hours he spent with his cat before having his whole face bloat, Virgil actually named it 'Little Stray', because, well... It was a stray kitty!

"I didn’t pay much attention to him anyway," says Adlai leaning back on her chair, eyes seemingly lost. "Not even the day my father brought him home either. I’m not exactly sure why."

"Perhaps birds aren't your thing," suggests Virge with a simple shrug. He hasn't had many pets — as in actual pets. Trent says they both share Batsy's — a black dog (yes, a dog) that lives on his aunt's backyard when it thinks no one's looking — ownership, which he doesn't agree on since he barely sees Batsy at all, and, also, he's not very fond of dogs. Other than that, he only had Little Stray and...

Oh.

"I, uh, I have dragons, too," adds Virgil carefully, smiling fondly as he remembers the photos his father sends him with those gigantic fire-breathing reptilians. "They aren't pets! They're more like my brothers or something like that..." He shakes his head, chuckling, also remembering all the different and awfully funny stories Mihyung would tell him. "Father takes care of them. There's Pidge, a Hebridean Black, and Sky, the only Peruvian Vipertooth."

Virgil smiles to himself, as his heart begins to ache in his chest, missing his father dearly. It's been weeks since their last letter, and despite wanting to write him, no words come out. Mihyung's probably enjoying his trip back to England after three years... If he wanted to write to him, it should be something important. Virgil's starting to frown and pout, looking pathetically sad in front of the two first years, so he adds, forcing a happy and excited smile.

"O-Oh! There's a new one, too! A Hungarian Horntail! She's a baby and I named her Peri." He plays with his hair and adds as the two wouldn't understand the meaning of the name. "It's, uh, kind of a short cut for the word 'perigosa'. It means dangerous in Portuguese since her breed is the most dangerous dragons ever... Silly name, I know."

Virgil is taken by surprise by their genuinely interested reactions. He feels himself burn a little more due to the sudden attention, heartbeat accelerating, threatening to leave his chest and start dancing around. Can you stop being ridiculous? He bites towards his own body, playing with his fingers under the table.

"Ah, yes, real dragons." He nods fervently, not wanting them to think of him as a liar or something along those lines. Quite frankly, he never thought his father's involvement with dragons to be anything other than insanely dangerous — Virge could never see himself doing that for a living, even though there are definitely way riskier jobs in the wizarding world.

"Father is a Dragonologist," he explains sweetly, running his fingers through his hair to push it away from his eyes. "He works at the S.R.D, the Sweden Reserve for Dragons. There are still some crazy wizards out there, trying to harm or even kill them, so it's his job to take care of them."

Hopefully, he's making it sound amazing because it is! Dragons are very difficult creatures to deal with, especially the ones who have been rescued as they tend to be more violent and sometimes bloodthirsty, and even though Mihyung's the best with magical creatures, it's impossible for one to leave with no injuries.

He nods to most of what Adlai says when she explains the importance of his father's job, smiling a little, chest warm — so glad that she finds it impressive as it doesn't happen often.

Most of his wizard neighbors growing up had parents with really good jobs — one of them worked at the Portuguese Wizarding Government, the other was a journalist at the Daily Prophet, and the oldest's mother worked at MACUSA. And they'd often mock Mihyung's job because, yes, it's way more dangerous than sitting in a cubicle for hours, writing for a paper, but the income wasn't nearly as good.

Virgil didn't mind it, of course, because he thought his father was amazing, but it used to make Mihyung quite embarrassed when the kids would appear at Virgil's place and mention their parents' professions on purpose, with their evil smiles, and it hurt to see his father look down and excuse himself like that.

"What do you think you boys will do?" Leaning on her chair once again, Adlai asks, snapping Virgil out of his sad thoughts. He gives her a lot as she elaborates, as he didn't listen to what she said before. "Once you leave the school for good.”

Oh, Virge thinks, biting his lower lip, tapping his chin. That's hard... There are a lot of promising jobs in the Wizarding World, and he had the luck of living in both Portugal and England, which granted him the chance to choose where he'd like to stay.

"Hm, I haven't given much thought to it, uh..." mumbles Virgil, scratching his cheeks, thinking hard about it. As he still a first year, he shouldn't be thinking about it, so he doesn't feel bad when nothing concrete appears on his mind. "Something that isn't dangerous, I'm sure of that! Maybe at the Ministry of Magic," He shrugs and adds, shaking his head, "Not an Auror! Never an Auror!"

A dhampir, right, his brain registers the words slowly as he feels Isaac's hazel eyes glued to his face. He's never met a vampire or in this case a half-vampire before, so unknowingly analyses the Slytherin's face again — nothing's change, but Virgil feels like he was hit by a realization of some sort. He feels wary like he's walking on thin ice — not because he fears Isaac or anything like that. No, not at all! But because he doesn't want to be rude.

Virgil's a little saddened by the other's explaining, too. His vampire characteristics shouldn't stop him from pursuing whatever trajectory he wanted in life, but, for now, there's nothing they can do about it. Some wizards still live in the Dark Age, still thinking they're superiors to everyone else — it's really pathetic.

"An Auror, uh? You're really brave," he says, not making a big deal out of the other's confession, as he should. There's nothing that different between the two of them, and though some might say that they're better than dhampirs or werewolves, Virgil knows that's not the case. He's sure that Isaac could kick his ass in a duel without even trying that hard. Virge smiles softly towards Isaac, "You gotta show that Dhampirs can kick ass, too." Jokingly, he adds, "Just don't show up in St Mungos, if I end up being a Healer or something, alright?"