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I suppose I should be glad that, as tests and finals go, 6th year is kind of a breather year. The OWLs are behind you and the NEWTs are still looming on the horizon but otherwise not an immediate threat. I personally didn't think the OWLs were all that bad, even though my marks were just decent. Nothing to write home about, especially since the family wouldn't know what nocturnal birds have to do with tests anyway. Still, good luck to everyone who's got to square off against the big tests this year, especially if you're still trying to get your head sorted after the school's most recent bout with strangeness.

Ah yeah, about that, the odd mind and body stuff. The only thing I had to deal with was a body that was about 20 years older than it ought've been (and the same height I am now, of course). I remember the whole thing pretty clearly, but I think that's because my mind wasn't changed. So... for those of you who've been told that their brains were mixed up, do you remember anything about those days at all? Is it like you blacked out for a few days, or is it all a little fuzzy, or do you remember all of it clearly?

I ask because I'm sure I'm soon to have a certain conversation, and this'll give me some insight on where that talk will fall on a scale of "awkward" to "stupdendously awkward".

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I'm mildly impressed that for once I'm not the first one to call us idiots for getting into a mess like that.

Okay. So you remember most of what was said. Then we should probably figure out what we want to do about... all that.

It seems fair to remind you that it will be summer soon.

That's true. This might be a little redundant since the you who was also some odd Muggle version of you still remembered, but my sister's getting married this summer. And I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. For all that 'with' entails.

Yes. But your family and friends will think you're gay if I do and I'm sure while there is a limited selection of women you might be attracted to here, at home over the summer you might find someone more to your liking.

Hell, it might be easier for them to accept it if I really were completely gay instead of... whatever it is I am. Harry was about my age when she came out, and that kind of coincidence is probably enough to get everyone thinking there's some built-in straightness expiration date in our genes or something. But if they don't want to listen to how even though I still think women are attractive I like you more, then it won't be the first thing they've refused to try to understand.

And what makes you think I'll just suddenly turn around and prefer some girl from the neighbourhood this summer? Sherlock, all my serious relationships have been while I've been here. The stuff that happened in primary and with girls next door was little more than pigtail-pulling and getting called some girl's boyfriend because of shared Jammie Dodgers after school.

So you really want me to be you date to your sister's wedding?

You know this isn't filtered, right?

SHI-

[Inkblots. So many inkblots. A tiny black constellation of embarrassment.]

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We have really got to practice using those things. Like a coordinated effort.

But... yes.

If we correspond over the holiday, it might be advantageous.

I think that would be fine. The date I mean. Might be prudent to tell your family before just to save on some of the questions at the time. And I'll try to keep you off Mycroft's radar but I really can't vouch for his best behavior. But yes. A date would be fine.

Are you sure you want it to be at a wedding, though? That's an awful lot of people you're related to or know closely for a initial foray into same-sex dating. It's alright if I'm just your friend that day.

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Sherlock, nobody in my family outside of mum, dad, and Harry know about magic at all. All my mum and dad have done about it is say I got accepted on scholarship to a specialty school and that I got hit by a car when I was attacked. If I eventually get a job at St. Mungo's, I'll have to either lie to those family members my whole life, go through the hassle of getting Ministry approval to tell them, or just cut them out of my life entirely. I'm already going to have to be covering up all that. You know I'm not a great liar, so I'd rather not have other lies - like you being there as just a friend - to worry about too.

That said, well... I suppose the wedding doesn't have to be the initial date. We're both free of the Trace now, after all.

Well, running away has generally been my favorite summer past time. Where shall we go?

Edited 2013-05-06 13:31 (UTC)

"Running away" kind of implies you've got no intention of coming back home, and this is really more just... not being home for a bit. For however long that 'bit' lasts. Unless you do mean you've 'run away' in the traditional sense and Mycroft's dragged you back every time.

You'd probably know more about insane magical places that would be an altogether terrible idea to visit. But I live about an hour out from central London, so I've been there my fair share. And being Muggleborn, I could probably give you a decent overview on what Muggles get up to in the city, since that seems to be your goal post-graduation.

I'm rich and bored. What better way to pass the summer months than with a good game of extreme hide and seek? Sadly, yes, Mycroft tends to win in the end. But not immediately.

A tour of London would be excellent. Obviously I've been to King's Cross Station but it's been difficult to really gain access to the cultural centers. People generally look oddly upon a purse of gold coins and I have yet to find the appropriate exchange depot.

Your brother is something else, that's for sure. Should I start worrying about him casting surveillance spells on my home?

I can definitely help you out there. Figuring out how to change money was one of the first things I had to get used to. And that's in a looong list of things to get used to. Other than that, the first step to blending in is to not wear fancy dramatic robes and call everyone Muggles.

John, I can assure you, Mycroft will use every method of surveillance available to him to spy on you.

Yes, of course, no robes. I've tried to pay attention in muggle studies in regards to the appropriate dress attire. I'm quite assured that suits never go out of style so I'm well set there. If we get me some muggle money, I can pay in which case we can do whatever we want.

Especially now that our friendship has taken a turn for the not-exactly-platonic.

I was about to write something about how people our age generally don't run around in suits, but then I tried to picture you in jeans and trainers. And I just... can't. I can practically hear my imagination grinding to a baffled halt and feel smoke pour out my ears.

If that's the case, I will have to buy denim, trainers, and--what was it--a tea shirt? They look comfortable enough and then I am certain to blend in.

Does this mean we'll do the kissing and things again?

... 't-shirt', Sherlock. It's 't-shirt'. What you've written sounds like a shirt specifically for drinking tea in. And even if you do decide to throw cash around on a new outfit, you don't need something that specific.

[Those couple of inkblots? Probably happened while John went red-faced remembering the effects of the potion.] Do you want to?

It's not necessary but I know closed-mouth kisses are a normal expectation under the umbrella "dating" status with hand holding and embracing. I don't know that I'm much for the hand holding nonsense, though. Rather ties up a perfectly functional appendage that might be more useful not closed around yours and vice versa.

That is to say, most of my scientific inquiries were based on a foundation of appreciation for our time spent together so I'm certain I'm not opposed to most things. If you want to hold hands I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.

Honestly... I would like us to repeat some of the things we got up to while under the influence of that potion. Eventually and gradually. Because all that really was at quite a break-neck speed, and frankly it's a bit of a miracle that we didn't end up doing even more.

As for the hand-holding, it's quite nice if you're in the mood for it, but it's not something I need. But just being purely practical, it might be handy for keeping up with you if you decide to break out in a wild sprint like a St. Bernard chasing a rabbit, though.

If we are ever running from Scissor-Neck Flame-Tail again, I promise I will take your hand. Said promise extends to circumstances of related danger though participation may be called on more so than initiation if I'm particularly excited.

For the rest, gradual is fine. My initial response is keen but--as you've observed--that is based on previous exploits under magical influence. Through study I do find that I do not react unfavorably to kissing so I'd say we'd do well to establish that as a baseline. Tongues or without is up to your own discretion but both are amenable.

Also, I like you. Love. Whatever. I recognize that this entire conversation has been in keeping to that understanding but I wanted to say it. Well, write it. I wanted it to come from me. So, yes. I do. And I'm very pleased that you do as well. Realistically, I'll either destroy you or you'll make me a better person.

Fingers crossed.

Hopefully we won't need to run away from that damn rat again, unless it's smart enough to hunt us down in revenge. Or you're idiotic enough to drag us back into the forest. I think one of those is more likely than the other.

If I haven't broken from other things... and, if anything, you've helped me be less broken when I was at my unhappiest point... then I think you might have your work cut out for you when it comes to destroying me.

And you know, most people don't rush into dropping the "I love you" bomb in a new relationship. But I think it's kind of charming that you have. I love you too, you impossible weirdo.

I fully plan on revisiting the forest if that's what you mean. We didn't get to go in very far seeing as we were quite under prepared. Next time magic. Though I do applaud other me's ingenuity and your bravery.

The rat could have eaten us. It's been possible to have gotten you expelled twice now. Careful.

Of course. I shouldn't be surprised you'd want to head back. You never did find that elusive unicorn.

And God, please don't remind me what could've happened if we got caught. You might've been able to wriggle out of it since you weren't quite yourself, but I was of sound mind. We've only got one year left, let's not spend it getting kicked out.

Well, we have documented at least one indigenous species. Should be interesting to look for more. Besides, that was the most fun you've had in weeks and you know it.

You really do need to learn to just blame me. The most I'll have to deal with is Mummy's tutting.

Yes, if by 'documented' you mean 'imbedded a weapon in it and set it on fire'. In which case, we documented the hell out of it. Though maybe we're just throwbacks to the good old days of Imperial exploration where naturalists' thought processes could be summed up as, "Oh, a new species. Quick, drive it to extinction!"

Letting you take the whole blame wouldn't be honest or accurate, though. I could just refuse to join you on your mad adventures. But I don't.

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