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This is perhaps the strangest hallucination I have ever experienced. Tactile is not generally a component nor do I tend to believe I've lived two different childhoods. Can't be H.O.U.N.D. and I haven't used. Lucid dreaming, perhaps? Most likely though in that case I have rather lost control. Very odd indeed, but then I do seem to harbor the belief that this book will populate itself with responses and that I'm at a school for learning magic. It hardly does to only call one thing odd when so much is absolutely ridiculous. But I believe it. That shouldn't be possible.

I'll have to consider carefully how to move forward from here. I'm not sure how but it could be Moriarty. Makes as much sense as anything.

[ooc - replies with not_a_hero. 4th wall breaking is A-Okay]

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[John frowns. Should that sting as much as it does? He's not the John this Sherlock is talking about. Isn't he? It's all very baffling and uncomfortable.]

I really am sorry.

But are you still insisting at every turn that you're not capable of love and affection? I used to believe that too because Sherlock was very adamant about it. Up until recently, anyway. And even when he did start to suspect that he was capable of those feelings, I never would have thought that it was because of me. If you hadn't said otherwise just a few minutes ago, I would've gone on thinking that.

[He's silent again for a few long seconds.]

Basically we're all bloody disasters when it comes to communication, aren't we?

I think it's more we're very bad at accepting changes in our own perspective. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't be capable. I wouldn't be a lot of things I am now. Its easy to say something if one is mistaken about someone else. Saying one was wrong about themselves after thirty years of believing things to be one way is... well, we're both set in our ways.

I doubt I'll retain knowledge of this so it doesn't matter if I say anything. He won't know and better still I won't either. I wonder if you will. Or if your Sherlock will get my current memories or just be confused as to where the time went without them.

[John sighs.]

That sounds about right. Sherlock is the most stubborn person I've ever met, and I can freely say that because, technically, I've never met myself. I wonder if things would be different for you if you and your John had met when you were younger.

I... I don't see why I wouldn't keep these memories. I've kept my mind and memories, after all. Though if I really am using your John's body, I expect he'll be wondering what happened to his knees and your side.

I don't know how I'll even begin to explain everything if my Sherlock doesn't remember any of this, though.

If he and I get to keep out battle scars, I'll have a pleasant time trying to solve that for weeks.

[He rubs at his ribs now that he's thinking about them. Bit itchy. Thanks nature. They find their way out of the forest though with no further danger.]

Are you going to take the short cut back or shall I walk you to the Shrieking Shack?

[John sees Sherlock rub at the spot where he was clawed. He frowns in concern.]

Before I can decide that, you'll need to tell me if that wound's acting up. And deflecting or outright lying is not an acceptable response.

[Sherlock scowls at him.]

I'm filthy, I've been walking through the woods in the spring where there is enough pollen, animal dander and other assorted allergens to discomfort even the healthiest individual, with an uncleaned wound tucked under linen while I continue to move about, rubbing against said linen as I hike. I'm sure your scrapes are loving the sting of sweat and grime just as much. Nothing soap and water won't fix.

[John rolls his eyes at the snippy tone, but he's pleased that it does just sound like general irritation and not something serious.]

You'll have to excuse me for being concerned when there are decent odds of your skin bubbling off around the scratch. Injuries from magical beasts can be nasty, and as much as I want to be a Healer, I don't want to be in a position where I have to practice on you.

Some other time, I'm sure.

[Get used to snippy. He had to adjust to sass after all]

So, do we part ways now or shall I continue to escort you back into Hogsmeade?

[John's expression turns a bit more serious.]

Either is fine with me, but from everything that was said earlier, I'd understand if you've seen enough of me until our minds and bodies are sorted out properly.

John, I wouldn't so much as bat an eye if you intended to share my bed with me, understanding, of course, that I know exactly what that sounds like but maintain that you know me well enough to know in which way I mean it.

I knew what you meant. You've said far more brow-raising things unintentionally.

[After a moment's thought he sighs and gives a little nod.]

I suppose I'll take you up on Hogsmeade, then. The last thing I need with my banged-up knees is to try to take on that evil-minded willow on my way back to the castle from the shack.

[Sherlock smirks and leads the way.]

For a seventeen year old, you're actually rather fun.

[John smirks.]

And for an adult who ought to have the decision and planning portion of his brain fully developed, you've got almost no self-preservation instinct.

But you're also Sherlock, so that was gonna be a given.

[Sherlock chuckles a little.]

As if I'd live up to the expectations of normalcy.

Hungry?

A bit, yeah. Nothing like almost getting eaten by a mangy giant rat to really work up an appetite.

[He holds up his hands, now reddish-black with the dried blood.]

Think we ought to do a little washing-up first, though.

As you wish. Not exactly much to change into but we'll manage. We usually do.

[The torch goes out but it's not such a bad journey in the dark. The town is lit and the stars are out. Sherlock tosses the stick away and just walks with his hands in his pockets.]

We might get odd looks from the clothes, but the blood thing is definitely a bit too much of an attention-grabber. Yet another reason why it's a shame there's no takeout in Hogsmeade.

But you're right, we'll manage. Even if our only clothes are-

[A terrible realization dawns on John.]

Oh God, these were the only clothes this body came with. It's this or we try to see if our robes fit for as long as our bodies are stuck like this.

I'll buy us clothes tomorrow. There's a boutique in town. It'll have to wait till then unless you know someone with magic still who can fashion us clean, mended clothing.

I'm sure there are students or staff who have retained their magic, but then the problem becomes explaining... [He gestures vaguely at their tears and scrapes.] ... how all that happened. Which I'm not terribly keen to do.

I think I'll have to take you up on the clothing offer. Unfortunately, I don't think this body's grown any taller than I normally am. So my clothes might fit, but I don't really like the idea that they might vanish off to God knows where when I get my body back.

[Trying not to smirk. Failing.]

Normally I'd say you're a decent height for most women but, well, I'm six inches taller than you. Don't really think they make heels for men. Not outside drag circuits, anyway.

[John doesn't even try not to scowl.]

Yeah, saying I'm a decent height for a woman might mean something if I were, y'know, a woman. And just keep on rubbing in how tall and cool you've grown to look, thanks. If all that was your attempt at consolation, you're unbelievably crap at it.

... no, wait, this is you we're talking about. You're all-too-believably crap at it.

That wasn't exactly the comparison I was going for but I suppose I'll thank you for the mental image. I should have specified that you're the right height for women were you interested in dating one. Less neck bending.

And again, not all that helpful. I don't think the odds of me dating a girl anytime soon are too high.

Well, your odds of dating a man are much improved. I'm sure you're dying to write home to your mother with the good news.

I don't know if the fact that they've already gone through something similar with Harry will make that situation better or worse.

Edited 2013-04-26 03:22 (UTC)

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