04 [backdated to the early morning of the 19th]

[3houseswatson]

[Filtered from teachers and any particularly detention-happy prefects]

[Inkblots. Oh God, inkblots, inkblots everywhere. And the following is scribbled hastily.]

Just woke up to quite a surprise and after nearly being shocked into having a damn heart attack, my biggest question is -

WHO THE HELL TAUGHT SHERLOCK HOW TO GET INTO HUFFLEPUFF?!

Comments

Tony will have no idea if Sherlock's said anything about the day before

[arrogantalloy]

So that's where he got to.

[Action]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock stopped peaking around the bed curtains once he was satisfied it was relatively safe to talk with hushed voices.]

I honestly didn't think you'd react this strongly.

[catblog]

[There was an obvious pause on her end. She had a feeling he would abuse that information she gave him.]

What has Sherlock done this time?

[3houseswatson]

What are you talking about?

Are you behind this?

[Action]

[3houseswatson]

I woke up with someone completely unexpectedly lurking at the end of my bed - how did you think I'd react?!

[3houseswatson]

He's managed to get himself into our House. I know he's brilliant and all, but I doubt he figured it out on his own. We don't use a riddle or anything like that as a pass code.

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[3potionproblem]

Groggily. Honestly, I have to commend your survival instincts. You might not assess danger accurately but your response to the unknown is rather good.

[arrogantalloy]

What makes you think I have anything to do with it?

We share a room, I'm going to notice when he doesn't show up.

[catblog]

...What do you think might have happened? Do you have an ideas on who might have told him?

[cough]

[Action]

[3houseswatson]

Well, pardon me for the flight-or-flight instinct taking over when I'm barely awake and see a human shape at the edge of my bed! Especially when it really shouldn't be there! Even if it was just one of my roommates, they'd get the same.

[He sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face.]

What are you doing here, Sherlock?

[3houseswatson]

Well, it had to have been someone who knows how to get in, so another Hufflepuff. And also someone who talks to Sherlock. So that leaves...

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Molly, is there something you'd like to tell me?

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[3potionproblem]

Well, they don't really care for students to be out in the halls after curfew but I figured they didn't care which dormitory a student was in providing they were in one.

[Action]

[3houseswatson]

Yeah, no, I think you'd get some pretty strong disagreements there if you tried that little hypothesis out.

And you can't be in your dorm... why, exactly?

[Action]

[3potionproblem]

I punched my roommate in the face. This roommate happens to be quite beloved by another roommate. Thought it best to give it time.

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[3houseswatson]

You... what? Who?

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[3potionproblem]

Does that really need answering, John? Surely even you can deduce that much.

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[3houseswatson]

[John rubs the lingering sleep from his eyes, wincing as he does so.]

Yeah, fair enough. What did Tony do, then?

[Action]

[3potionproblem]

You could put it that I was simply defending your honor.

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[3houseswatson]

[John squints and scowls, but his tired posture and bedhead hair undermine the effect.]

One day I'm going to throw that idiot into the lake.

[3houseswatson]

Maybe because it's the kind of prank you'd pull.

He told me a bit about the fight you two got into. Is that why you're not surprised he didn't turn up in your dorm?

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[3potionproblem]

Well, punching him certainly didn't help. Maybe a cold swim will. He seems quite adamant that I possess the unique ability to turn straight men queer. Must be my disarming good looks.

[He smirks. That was a joke.]

[catblog]

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Perhaps?

[3houseswatson]

Well?

I'm listening.

[catblog]

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Don't you think it's obvious what I did? [And leaving it at that]

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[3houseswatson]

[John goes a bit pink at the ears.]

That again, huh?

[He flops back down. He doesn't want to think about the fact that sometimes - only sometimes, mind! Rarely, at that! Hardly ever, really! - Sherlock will say or do something brilliant which makes him feel... odd. Pleasantly odd. Quickly, he covers his face with a pillow; yeah, he really doesn't want to think about what any of that could mean.]

Well, he'll certainly have more ammunition if anyone sees you sneaking out of here. I've never been happier to have quiet roommates who keep to themselves.