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sortinghat_rp2013-05-05 11:38 am
3houseswatson) wrote in sortinghat_rp2013-05-05 11:38 am
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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".
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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You're surprisingly accepting of other people's knowledge of this. It's not that I thought you'd want us to carry on in secret but... well, if it turns out I'm more trouble than I'm worth in that capacity, you're not going to live down the fact you dated another male.
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Well, I did say "if they find out". Though you're right, I'd rather not have us jump through hoops to keep it a secret no matter what.
And, well, if it doesn't work out between us and we do decide to just be friends, then... I don't know, I'll figure out something. [He fidgets slightly, feeling a bit of an uncomfortable knot in his stomach at the idea.] But going into something like this with that kind of thing in mind is just no good. Kind of gives the impression that it's doomed from the start, you know? Best to take this kind of thing a step at a time without big gloomy expectations, otherwise you're writing a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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[He knows something John doesn't. Something that will likely cause an argument. Might make John not want to speak to him for a while. And as much as he will keep it a secret, he's not dumb enough to think it will always remain one.]
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So long as we stick to that healthy middle ground between the two crazy zones of "doomed doomed it's all going to go to shit" and "what do you think of this wedding venue because too bad I've already booked it", then we're good. We haven't even been on an official first date yet; it's way, way, waaaaaaaay too early to be concerned with either of those options.
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[He smiled at John.]
So what do I call you? My dating partner? My special friend? My beau?
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I dunno. 'Dating partner' just sounds odd, 'special friend' makes it sound like I need a helmet, and 'beau' is... too French. What's wrong with something common like 'boyfriend'?
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Last time you said boyfriend was an elevation from dating status. I thought you wanted to go slow.
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True, but there aren't many terms for that weird area between deciding to date and being an official 'thing'. At least not many that don't sound odd in one way or another. You could just, y'know, call me by my name.
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I suppose you're right. John works but if Tony asks me what you are, I'm not so certain 'My John' is entirely appropriate.
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Agh, Tony. Well, we'll just... improvise, I guess, if he asks. It's not very likely, but there'd be some kind of wonderful justice if he were the last person in school to find out about this.
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[Sherlock unfolds his legs and leans closer to John, smirking rather smugly.]
I fully intend to earn the title of boyfriend, though.
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[John grins, relieved that Sherlock is loosening up a little. He leans over a bit more and bumps Sherlock cheekily with his shoulder.]
Odds are definitely in your favor there, yeah.
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[Sherlock leans over and kisses John's cheek. Some form of romantic physicality was certainly required to set things apart from the way they had been.]
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But at least it's impossible to get bored in your dorm.
[John flushes a little at the kiss, feeling his stomach do a little flip. But it's a pleasant sensation and, to show Sherlock his appreciation, he moves closer until they're pressed side-to-side.]
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[Sherlock likes John being right there and relaxes his weight against him slightly.]
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[He raises a skeptical eyebrow.] And what, exactly, would you do if you did get complete control of the room?
[Even if Sherlock is a bit bony, the warmth from his body is nice. John relaxes a bit more against Sherlock as well.]
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Were I in charge of my own room at least, though, then I could get much more done. The problem with geniuses is that so often they are complete idiots. No more tattling on me, no more threats of retaliation, and no bed sharing among roommates.
[Sherlock is fairly certain he will be quite comfortable pursuing this relationship with John. It's just.... nice. On so many levels.]
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I didn't really think of it like that. You'd think the founders of a magic school would think to enchant the castle so there's always a room for each individual student. But then, they probably thought that the whole roommate thing 'builds character'. And if we're defining 'character' as 'a profound sense of shame and paranoia when it comes to... taking care of certain things', then I suppose I see it.
[He shrugs.]
Still, I knew about Tony's habit of commandeering beds, but sharing with Bruce every night does sound a bit much.
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[Sherlock raises his left brow.]
Shame and paranoia? What exactly are you doing in your room?
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[John's cheeks burn a bright red and, though still leaning against Sherlock, he resolutely avoids eye contact.]
Being very quiet with the shades down. Surely I don't need to say anything more for the super sleuth to figure it out.
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[Sherlock cocks his head, looking down at him.]
Surely I don't need to inform you most of your roommates are probably doing so as well. Anyway, you can hide the act but not generally the smell. I imagine the house elves look at unpaired socks with mixed feelings of disgust and resignation.
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God, Sherlock! Didn't need to think about any of that, thanks! I've always thought it was tough enough for the elves as is, but when you put it that way... Jesus.
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Of course. Of bloody course you deduce what I... how I... that. Do you see how it might be a tiny bit embarrassing for someone you've just barely had the 'so we're dating now' talk with to figure all that out and then say it aloud? Can't the fact that everybody wanks just be a fact of the world that nobody needs to dwell on?
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