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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I understand your meaning. Perhaps one day I will experience the real thing and know all the better but until then I do have music at least. I've found it to be quite the comfort.

Simple comparatively, John. Everyone is. I believe you've given her hope to expect normality from me. Worse, though, is that it seems I am.

It doesn't hurt that you're bloody brilliant at it. If you didn't like the idea of Muggle science and the like so much, I'd say you could easily go pro with your violin. From what I've heard from your roommates about your timing, however, you'd have to hold 5 hour long concerts at 2 in the morning, so might be a bit inconvenient for the London Philharmonic.

But how is it - to use your words - 'worse' that you're at least in some ways less abnormal than you thought?

Tony talks too much. I was composing. It requires repetition.

It's worse because I am naturally repulsive. Not as in I'm hideous but in that my personality and other associated traits repel people. I don't make friends easily and I am emotionally retarded and yet I have the same capacity for appreciating human companionship as everyone else. Obviously it would be better if I gravitated to isolation and I had thought I was doing well to cultivate that but now I find I enjoy kissing and all those other interpersonal perks. I might even have a sexuality. It's a rather unfortunate turn of events.

There's also other times in the day where you could do all that composing. Like not in the middle of the night, for starters.

[John frowned a little, partially at how self-deprecating Sherlock's words wre, and partially for an odd sensation in the back of his mind which completely eluded him if he tried to think about it too hard.] You're not repulsive. Difficult, yes. Definitely that. But... [He cleared his throat, feeling the awkwardness more than ever.] Obviously not repulsive, or you wouldn't have had anyone agree to being one of your test subjects. Which you clearly did get, considering you've apparently got enough data to draw a conclusion about all that now.

Inspiration isn't something that waits.

[Sherlock rolled his eyes.]

What a nightmare that was. Illuminating, yes, but there are some truly dreadful people at this school who only happen to be rather good kissers. One hopeful actually thought I was requesting the purchase of drugs which resulted in a rather awkward exchange. Next time I decide to ask the masses for help, remind me of how stupid an idea that is.

[That got John to chuckle a little. It took a bit of the edge off the strange leaden feeling that had taken up residence in the pit of his stomach. He'd probably just drank his butterbeer too quickly.]

I'll remind you, but that's no guarantee you'll listen. [He grinned.] If anything, you'd probably just say something like, 'What idiot told you to tell me that?' That said, maybe you're looking at it the wrong way. It ought to inspire a little hope that you're at least capable of enjoying the physical aspects whenever you meet the right person. Sorry nobody at school has impressed you, though.

Well, you certainly did. [he clears his throat a little because wow, that sounded a lot less awkward in his head before he heard it.] Though that might just be a reflection of the love potion. Tony still believes that if he were eligible, he would prove himself to be the better but I think that's just the posturing of youth.

[A light blush flares across John's face, turning his cheeks and ears rather pink. He looks down at the table and drums his fingers a bit against it awkwardly.] Yeah, well... uh, I'm sure you're right there. That's just Tony being Tony. Anyone who tries as hard as he does to make cracking punch-worthy remarks a hobby ought to be taken with a grain of salt.

[It's stupid and he knows it is but making John blush fills him with no small amount of pride.]

Has he given more reasons for me to punch him or are you going to have the honor this time?

All the fake flirting he pulls aside, I think he's actually trying to be on what passes for his best behavior because of what he has with Bruce now. Still, what Tony considers good behavior and what the rest of the world considers good behavior aren't really on the same wavelength.

You've already had your crack at him, so it really ought to be my turn the next time he deserves it. Though if he ever pulls something really awful, we can always tag team.

I somewhat doubt you'd be up for a two-on-one fight with a fourteen year old but it's a very nice mental image all the same.

[He smiled, rather happy to be out with John tonight.]

I suppose I should ask you how you would best like to spend the eve of your birthday. I thought perhaps wandering out towards the other end of town and catching fireflies or star gazing might be a bit nice but it's a bit chilly. There are some blankets in the shack, though.

No, you're right. I wouldn't let us do that. ... but he doesn't have to know that.

[John scratched at his chin in thought.] I don't know if the fireflies would be out yet, unless they're magical fireflies wearing lightweight but practical spring coats. But the sky is shockingly clear for Scotland in spring, so that and the star-watching might be a good idea, even if we have to resort to the shack's dog blankets.

I don't really care what we get up to, though I would rather like to still be out when midnight ticks around. Since that's when my birthday actually starts and all.

I could get us a room here. Gives us someplace a little more inviting than the shack to pass the time in.

Might be more inviting, but it gives people more of a chance to remember our faces here. Plus, don't you have to give your name to rent a room?

Yes, but as long as "Mr. Sigerson" has gold, I doubt there will be any problems.

[He waves his heavy coin purse.]

Sigerson? [He sighs and shrugs.] Well... I suppose that if we get caught people are already going to assume we've eloped, so we might as well be comfortable and not reeking of dog and damp from the shack.

You could do worse.

[He smirks and gets them a room as well as two more drinks and a small thing of cake. He lets John have the key as he puts their things on the table.]

She winked. Not sure what that means but I think we have a nice room.

[John scoffed, but it was a fond sound.] If this were a Muggle hotel, I'd say that that wink would mean that she gave us a room with a heart-shaped Jacuzzi and a bed with a coin-operated vibration function.

Muggle lovers sleep in vibrating beds shaped like hearts?

[Sherlock could not help but be rather curious about these facts. What a backwards sort of people muggles sometimes were...]

[Oh God. Why, John? Why do you get yourself into situations like this?]

No! Er, I mean. Not usually. Sometimes they do. When certain types of very tacky people are trying to be romantic. Or sometimes if they're not and they just want... well.

So, strangely shaped beds with mechanical functionalities are considered a romantic novelty item?

[He shrugged]

We could maybe enchant it to vibrate if you wanted but I'm rather sure it's of sturdy construction.

Ah, no, thanks. Seems like the staff here already have the wrong idea; the last thing we need is a suspicious noise complaint thanks to a rattling - wait... wait, wait, hold on.

'It'? The room you booked has got one bed?

What, you actually wanted to sleep here overnight and return to the castle tomorrow morning for breakfast? I was under the impression the room was for more comfortable temporary lodgings and a place to keep out of sight. Why suffer pretenses over functionality? A double is more than sufficient for our purposes.

Besides which, she didn't ask, she just assigned it to me.

[John sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose.] God, given what you said about the winking thing, I really should've seen that coming sooner.

Fine. Just... please warn me if you're the type who kicks in their sleep.

I have no intentions of sleeping. Though I can't imagine I'd be much for thrashing at all face down. Not really the most active of positions.

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