"You could call it that," Sherlock laughed lightly with a shrug. "Mutual hatred, really." Even though he would never admit it Sherlock didn't hate his brother. There had been a time when he had looked up to Mycroft and wanted to be like him. Of course that was no longer true, but Sherlock would still go to him if there was something terribly wrong. Or to Greg. Though he would never admit that he actually didn't mind Greg. "Oh... it wasn't to bad," Sherlock replied quietly. "Never met anyone who I wanted to spend time with, really. Maybe that'll change now that I'm going to hogwarts." The or maybe it is just you was left unspoken. Sherlock wasn't sure if he would get on with anyone else. John was the first person he wanted to be with. "It was fine, really. Though now I have someone I enjoy being with." He grinned. "And yeah, I guess not." He shrugged with a smile. "Well... It's in Scotland and we got the train in London. So it will take about 4 and a half hours at least assuming its near the border. I'm not really sure were it is. I don't think we get there in the evening, just in time for dinner."