sortinghat_rp | Mark XI

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Mark XI

Hey, everyone no doubt had an amazing fortnight off. I know I certainly had some, we'll go with, well, eye-opening in weird ways I guess.

And then we have the new term coming up. I've thought of some new plays and I'm looking forward to taking on Gryffindor and Slytherin, And I'm going to be taking you both more seriously than I did Hufflepuff.

And thanks to the one with the wide forehead an blonde hair. I will actually be in the Duelling competition that's coming up. Which really is an exercise in stupid, but hey, pretty sure I can make an impression, I always do.

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You do whether you know it or not.

Do you even actually care?

And I might have.

No, I don't. But it's a topic of interest to you. I thought it appropriate.

You know, I think you're finally starting to understand this friend thing.

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Actually, I could use your theoretically impartial advice on something.

My interest is sparked. Go on.

[There's a long pause before he replies, with words almost started but mostly it's dripping ink.]

Kissing someone for no real reason other than they smiled. Does that count as being gay?

I'm going to assume this "someone" is male in the context. I suppose I should also assume you don't really want my opinion, which would be who cares but rather a statistically relevant response.

Yes, an impulsive imperative to engage in physical intimacy is a sign of sexual attraction.

Well it is a stronger feeling than I normally...

Tell me, have you ever felt like that? The need to keep them as close as possible? Victor doesn't count.

Because even for me this is kind of overwhelming.

I don't feel things.

[Scribbled and a little dark from pausing as he writes,]

But as far as possessive inclination is concerned, I might have some limited experience.

You don't feel most things. If you didn't feel, you wouldn't get moody.

I would pretend to do the whole 'Oh who would you be possessive of'

Because we both know who we're talking about.

What did you two get up to then?

I'd ask what makes you think we did anything over the break but I'm sure at least one talkative moron saw us arriving at the station together.

He visited me. We had fun.

Oh yeah? What kind of fun.

Also, I haven't really spoken to anyone since getting back. So I didn't know he actually was staying at your place.

He was only there for the last night. In celebration of my adulthood we acted like children. It was fantastic.

Yeah. I'm going to need an elaboration there.

He came over on my birthday and we hid from my family, I showed him my secret ancestral legacy, we had a food fight with the tea leftovers and scandalized the paintings in the hallway. It was fun.

First of all: How did you scandalise them?

Second of all: Happy birthday.

Thank you, I suppose.

Well, the old Holmes' were quite displeased to have a mudblood in the manor. So we pretended to go on up to my room to... misbehave. John is quite good at improvisation.

How much miss-behaving?

And isn't you're house as old as your bloodline? Of course they're not going to enjoy that.

We didn't do anything. The point was just to make them think we were. I ate a bit of frosting off his face and held his hand and he got a good grasp on my arse for their viewing pleasure. Harmless fun. They were furious.

Why can I imagine there's a grin on your face right now?

Me, I'm curious about what would piss them off more; his blood status or his gender.

Well, at least there's no chance of a mublood entering the family gene pool. If it had to be a mudblood, I'm sure they prefer it this way.

Stop imagining my face.

Don't speak too soon, Bruce, and Steve were both girls for a while because of the school remember. I'm sure John would make a good looking girl, or you.

Why? Worried I'll enjoy your angles?

That would imply copulation and gestation which neither party would agree to.

And no. You'll just get it wrong. I'll end up with slit eyes and cheeks like a lead pipe piercing through my skull.

Yeah, sure. Okay. Because the fact you giggle at his journals and have him over at your house and are more than happy to do really intimate things to him means you wouldn't be for it.

I've known you three years, I've never been invited to your house.

What am I? A surrealist painter? I know what you look like.

John needed a place to go. I didn't want that sanctuary to be a place I didn't know about. So I offered mine.

As I said, I am increasingly aware of an inclination towards possessiveness.

In connection with him.

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