sortinghat_rp | 06 [evening of March 30th]

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06 [evening of March 30th]

Thank God the egg hunt thing is over with. Don't get me wrong. It looked like everyone who was participating was having a lot of fun... when they managed to stay the right shape, size, and species... but I just couldn't get anywhere near those things. After everything that happened with the snakes last month, I think I might still have some latent egg-related trauma. If someone told me I turn beet red or get the thousand-yard stare when big plates of boiled eggs are served at mealtimes, I probably wouldn't be surprised.

It all worked out for the best in the end, though. Avoiding the hunt gave me lots of time to study and practice Apparition. With any luck, I won't be splinching myself when the Trace gets lifted from me tomorrow. Easter just had to fall on my birthday this year, didn't it?

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[John enters through the held-open door. He crosses his arms and gives Sherlock a knowing look.]

Why do I get the feeling that you're already putting together a wish list of things to look for in this probably-not-very-hypothetical-at-all forest trip?

Because you're moderately clever.

[Sherlock smiled at him and found them a nice table in a corner.]

This will do, I think. Sit, sit. I'll get everything. Still several hours out until your birthday but we'll make do here until closing time.

[John sat. Even with all the talk about the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't help but get a rather amused little grin on his face. He hadn't really hung out properly with Sherlock since the post-Valentine's fallout. He'd missed Sherlock's company.]

Yeah, well. Moderately clever and moderately pleased that you actually brought this up instead of just sending me a message in the journal system to the tune of "John, I'm about one mile into the Forbidden Forest. Come find me."

Oh, now there's an idea. I'll remember that one.

[Sherlock got them both their beverages and took a seat in the chair opposite. It was good that things seemed.. normal. Like they had been. Before. Sometimes it felt impossible to forget but now, even if they both remembered, it didn't seem to really make a difference. He was very glad for that. John was important to him regardless of the connection.]

Ah, no. I might - [He wagged a finger at Sherlock, a very 'now you listen to me' gesture.] might - agree to go in with you, but if you wander in on your own like an idiot, you'd better be prepared to leave a trail of breadcrumbs to get your own arse out.

[He accepted the drink Sherlock offered.] Thanks.

You wouldn't let me drown myself, I'm rather assured you wouldn't let me stay in the Forbidden Forest alone, either. But we'll see. For now, it's simply the relatively safe enjoyment of a night out.

[John sighed.]

It's true I'm not going to let you get yourself hurt if I can help it, but that sure doesn't mean you can knowingly charge into shit hoping to exploit that. Do that and as soon as whatever horrors we escape from in the forest, you'd have my righteous fury to contend with.

I have every reason to believe that your righteous fury is by far the more terrifying option.

[He drinks from his tanker, wiping the foam from his upper lip.]

[Okay, that gets John grinning widely.]

And don't you forget it. Cheers.

[John drinks deeply from his own beverage.]

So, did anything in particular pique your curiosity about what might be lurking in the Forbidden Forest, or is this just your garden variety manic curiosity?

Just curiosity for now. After 7th year, getting access to the area will not be as easy so it needs to be on my list of things to do before I graduate. We can both mark learning the secrets of the Shrieking Shack off our list and have even gained entrance to another house's common rooms so there becomes fewer and fewer things left to be of any real interest. I might actually have to start paying attention in class.

So, in other words, you're mostly interested in breaking every rule the school can possibly throw at us, huh?

I think that's a fine way of putting it, yes. Especially the ones meant to keep us 'safe'.

You know, focusing a lot of your energy on disregarding every last safety rule probably isn't the best thing to do.

I know you want to live among Muggles after we graduate, but believe me, there's just as many rules there as there are here. Hell, probably even more.

I'll be sure to show them the same level of respect as I do the rules of wizards. Worst that can happen is I spend a night behind bars. Seems to me to be something I should get to experience at least once anyway.

Spend time in prison because... why not?

You're a man with lofty aspirations, Sherlock.

Says the man who, with any luck, will be there too.

[Oh, John just had to try to take a drink just then. He splutters on it for a second before he recovers.]

Yeah, but not the being in prison part!

Not prison, no, but a holding cell wouldn't be terrible.

What are your plans now that adulthood looms over you?

[John shakes his head.] You and I have very different definitions of 'not terrible' then.

I've tried to do a lot of thinking about that over the last year. Since the war's no longer going on and things look better for Muggleborns right now, I really like the idea of becoming a Healer at St. Mungo's, if they'd have me. If I got a job with them, I'd probably go ahead and live in London on top of it.

Practically neighbors already, then. I still find Healer to be an interesting occupational choice. You'll be honor bound to help those snobby gits who still believe they are fundamentally better people than you.

So you want to live in London after you graduate? When you're spending time in a holding cell, that is.

They can think whatever stupid blood purist garbage they like. As long as none of them are dumb enough to try throwing the killing curse at me while I'm trying to keep them from dying themselves , I'll be the better person and heal their bigoted arses.

Plus, can you imagine how embarrassing it'd be for someone like that to know for the rest of their life that the only reason they're alive is because of some so-called Mudblood? I'd say that's a pretty good cosmic joke.

London is muggle central. Where better to observe them?

[He chuckled into his mug.]

Only you would think to win a philosophical debate with an act of spiteful love. I like it. A childish answer to a childish problem while still making you the bigger man. I suppose the ladies love a doctor as well.

True. And it's still a rather big hub for wizards as well, so it sort of ends up being the best of both worlds. Hopefully I can find a place to rent for fairly cheap there.

[John laughed a little, and his ears went a little pink.]

Thanks. The code just says we have to help everyone we can; it doesn't say we can't be a little vindictive while doing it. And, well... yeah, I have heard that, but I guess girls haven't been on my mind so much lately. Er, y'know, lots of other things to think about. Like the Trace getting lifted and Apparition tests and the like.

When the time comes, perhaps you and I can go in on a place together. Easier to make it with two, I'm sure.

Three Houses Watson not thinking about girls? You really are all grown up, I suppose.

You know, that might actually be a pretty good idea. It'd definitely save money while I'm studying and training to be a Healer and you're... chasing after Scotland Yard, I suppose.

[He rolled his eyes.]

That nickname again. You know, if an idiot like Tony were here, I'm sure he'd be calling me Four Houses Watson right now.

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