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Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

(I'm back :3)

"They didn't make a mistake," Sherlock replied with quite a lot of certainty. "First of all, they never do, and you're obviously a wizard. So don't worry about it, okay." He tilted his head slightly, just watching John in a curious manner. He did find the other boy... Interesting. It was all weird to him. He wanted to be nice to John, he wanted to be his friend. Sherlock didn't have friends. He had acquaintances and people that were useful to him and not friends. "And I'm not insulted. Others will be..." He trailed off. "Some wizards don't like people like you, John. Because you're... The term is mudblood. You know, not of a wizard family. I thought it would be nice to warn you." He shrugged. "And it's quite easy. There's rules about performing magic in front of muggles. Also, underage magic. We're not allowed to use magic out with of school so that generally saves any spells that are a mistake. Also there are spells to remove the memory." He noticed that John was obviously nervous and also uncomfortable... He wasn't sure what he should do to make him feel any better.

There was a knock on the door before it was opened and a boy stuck his head in. He was obviously older and seemed to already be in uniform, wearing a prefects badge. "Hey, Sherlock, thought I'd just check in on you while it was my turn to patrol the corridors," Greg smiled at the two in the carriage, to which Sherlock scowled in reply. He had been quite enjoying just talking to join and now that had been ruined. Greg turned to look at John with a friendly grin. "Well hello! I'm Gregory Lestrade, though I prefer to go by just Greg. Who might you be?" Considering that he was still in the carriage with Sherlock he had not been scared off yet. That was definitely a good thing. Greg would have to tell Mycroft when he got back to the Prefects carriage when his turn to patrol was done.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

I'm gonna assume that there's gonna be established Mystrade ;) Which I've realised I do, in fact, sort of ship xD Damnit

Whats the Right choice (Me and FernStone)

So I am going away for the weekend tomorrow - I leave early in the morning so I won't be able to reply on Saturday. I am, however, going to be back early Sunday evening so I will reply then! So sorry

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

So I am going away for the weekend tomorrow - I leave early in the morning so I won't be able to reply on Saturday. I am, however, going to be back early Sunday evening so I will reply then! Sorry about this ;)

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Sherlock bit his lip slightly. "Eh, no... Most people have quite the opposite reaction." He shrugged. Although then again he hadn't gone quite into so much detail with John. And he had been nice. He wasn't exactly sure why. "We get off the train, obviously, and I believe we get in boats on the way to hogwarts while all the other years take carriages drawn by Thestrals. Then we are led into the great hall where the sorting hat will sort us into our houses," Sherlock replied in a matter of fact way. "And what are you sceptical about?" He tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that John was alone here because he hadn't had the chance to befriend anyone else. Sherlock was sure he would make loads of friends in whatever house he was sorted into. Which he doubted would be the same as him... Which was a shame. Sherlock found John quite tolerable which was unusual. There were few people he found tolerable. There was Molly Hooper, daughter of a good friend of his parents. But only because she did stuff for him. And he could occasionally put up with Mycroft and Lestrade. Only occasionally. Nobody else, though. John was quite the exception.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Sherlock blinked a few times, looking at John in shock. He had to be joking. That wasn't how people reacted. He felt strangely... Pleased. Someone other than his mother or father had praised his abilities. It felt good. "No, not all people can do it," Sherlock scoffed, though there was a small smile on his lips. "It's nothing to do with magic. And I just... Took in the way you dress, the way you act, minute details that other people miss. I can't completely explain, but to me it was all obvious. It's kind of science... The science of deduction I like to call it. My brother can do it too." Sherlock made a slight face, eyes still fixed on John. They hadn't moved since he had entered the carriage. "Do you really mean it when you say it was amazing?" He ventured quietly, almost nervously. He was just waiting for it to be some kind of sick joke. Sherlock was... reasonably well known among other pureblood families. The Holmes were quite important and as such their children were known of. For Mycroft it was perfect. He had all the contacts and followers he needed. It wasn't so good for Sherlock.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Ah, okay xD I'm GMT (I live in Scotland) so I'm six hours ahead of you. Good thing I keep weird hours cause all my friends over the internet are behind me timewise xD

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Also, I'm going to sleep (it's 12:15 am where I live) but I'll reply to the roleplay tomorrow ;)

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

:3 Aw... Sherlock can help John with charms and John can help Sherlock with potions because he'll just get bored doing what he's meant to in potions and make his own thus not really learning what he's supposed to
Sherlock is going to be good a DADA, at least later

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Sherlock Holmes
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.