Marco was so ready to graduate. He was eagerly waiting to hear back from St. Mungos, to see if he was accepted as a trainee healer. He wasn't sure if it was the right fit, but Jordyn was doing it, and it seemed like the thing to do. Marco preferred the idea of picking up some useful skills rather than floundering in the family restaurant, bitterly miserable. He wasn't sure what Virgil and Eli's plans were, but Virgil seemed like the type who'd take the satisfaction in knowing and not sharing. Eli....

Well. If Marco had to guess, Eli had no real plan at all. He wouldn't take fun chances-- instead of climbing out the window to get stoned on the roof like a civilized risk taker would, Eli had flown up. On a broom. How stereotypically wizard of him. Sure, Marco had gained some scrapes on his palms and knees, but he also gained experience. And adrenaline.

He passed the impeccably rolled joint to Virgil, exhaling smoke through his nose to show off. Virgil had flown too, but Marco had expecfted that. Virgil was a sloth, personified. Pointing that out to him would be like making out with a man for ten minutes only to have someone yell "GAAAAY." Like, fuck. He knew it was gay. Everyone knew it was gay. Just like everybody knew Virgil was a lazy fucker.

"You know," He said, looking up at the clouds. "We should probably, do some umbrella spell or something." The rain would probably be as cold as his mother's love.

He extended a hand, plucking up the proffered joint and bringing it to his lips. Virgil was laying back against his elbows - feet propped up on his floating broom - and watching the turbulent sky. It looked like rain, Marco wasn't wrong,. The prefect sipped a breath of gillyweed and passed it over to Eli before he made the monumental effort to reach for his wand.

"Pluvia operimentum," he whispered and gestured a wide circle around the three of them on the rooftop. The air glimmered blue-green above their heads. There. That was better.

It was May and although temperatures were growing higher, it was still cold and windy enough in the Highlands that none of them would want to get wet.

"Not to put a damper on things but," Virgil closed his eyes in time to feel a chilly breeze, and his mind began to unhook from its rigid tethers, "how are you two feelings about NEWTs?"