[b][u]Sherlock Holmes[/b][/u]
Sherlock stared at John for a few moments, completely ignoring the hand John held out when he reply. "Sherlock." He spoke quite curtly, resisting the urge to sigh. He had chosen the wrong carriage. He had hoped the boy was a fellow recluse who would not wish to talk but it seemed that that was not the case. Maybe he could scare him off. Although he found himself strangely intrigued by this John. He shouldn't be, he was nothing more than normal in pretty much every way. Ah well, Sherlock didn't do friends. Or talking to people. "I am sorry about your mother, I do hope she gets better soon," Sherlock spoke smoothly, eyes fixed on John as he did so. "And I am afraid I do know much about healers so I cannot help you regarding that. My brother will undoubtedly know more, he knows all sorts of useless information, but I would not bother him." He watched John carefully for his reaction. Most people reacted badly. Called him a freak, told him to go away (less politely than that). Although what he had said to John was mild. He hadn't gone into full depth about everything. Just his mother and being a healer. He hadn't even mentioned anything about his lineage, or the fact he was a mudblood. He put it down to slight excitement for going to hogwarts.