[John made his way to the Great Hall, hoping in the back of his mind that he'd be able to get back to his bed at all without his magic. Granted, Hufflepuff's doorway didn't require a display of magic or anything of the sort, but sometimes when things were this weird, a little paranoia could serve you well.

Though it meant more confusion and problems for others, he is still a little relieved to see that others besides himself and Sherlock had been afflicted by... whatever this is. He sees quite a few changed bodies, some far more than his own. As he finally makes it to Ravenclaw, he spots a head of curly hair and-

Ah. Sherlock is familiar, and yet so different from the boy John knows. He seems to have grown into some of the features that didn't really fit well on his teenaged frame; though he still has some unusual qualities to his face, they're more striking than they are awkward. And of bloody course he'd have grown a little more while John, though looking 20 years older himself, hadn't grown an inch.

John approaches and clears his throat when he's near.]

Sorry I didn't send an acknowledgement message or anything, but I thought it'd just be quicker if I changed and got here fast instead.