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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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Fine. But no wedding anyway. You think I'd honestly go in for something so pointlessly traditional?

[He smiled at John.]

So what do I call you? My dating partner? My special friend? My beau?

No, you're definitely not the type. In the extremely unlikely event that you did want to get married, I expect I'd find out about it after waking up with a splitting headache, a ring on my finger, and an 8 hour gap in my memory. Possibly while tied to a tree in the middle of an empty field. Needless to say I'm not ready for anything like that yet, thanks.

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'?

I applaud your creativity in expectations. It will be challenging to live up to.

Last time you said boyfriend was an elevation from dating status. I thought you wanted to go slow.

That's not a challenge! That's a worst case scenario.

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.

I bet I can prove that wrong.

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.

[John gives him a long look at that, chewing a bit on his lower lip. Finally, he takes a deep breath.] No. Nope, I can do it it. I can resist taking that bet.

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.

Tony might already know, unfortunately. Apparently I have a tell. Apparently I get rather giddy when interacting with you. Can't imagine why.

[Sherlock unfolds his legs and leans closer to John, smirking rather smugly.]

I fully intend to earn the title of boyfriend, though.

I got really lucky as roommates are concerned. They tell me to quit giggling and writing in the journal late at night sometimes, but they never pry like Tony does.

[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.

Lucky you indeed with your age appropriate roommates.

[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.]

Everyone keeps to their own beds and there's never once been a case of shenanigans. You get a good night's sleep when you know there's no precocious twits who've skipped grades about.

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.]

Impossible to get things done as well. Bruce won't hand over complete control of the room to me. It's a room full of ego just waiting to explode. The founders were idiots.

[Sherlock likes John being right there and relaxes his weight against him slightly.]

Meanwhile I've stumbled across people in my house having the most stupidly polite arguments over who gets to hold the door open for the other. Maybe segregating by temperament wasn't the best idea.

[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.]

Just the segregation would be bad enough but then banning us from the other rooms? Sneaking in does add an interesting element but Bruce and Tony sleep in the same bed every night and Tony's fifteen. Not that I mean to impugn Burce's honor but there are various loop holes to the logic used in keeping only certain students from seeing each other at night.

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.]

[John shifts a bit in order to give Sherlock a curious look while still leaning against him.]

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.

To be fair, Tony's bed is currently covered in engine parts. Ravenclaw lacks suitable surface area for extracurricular experiments and projects.

[Sherlock raises his left brow.]

Shame and paranoia? What exactly are you doing in your room?

... of course that's what he'd use his bed for instead of actually sleeping in it. Would any of that even work here? I know electricity is out, but can't say I know for sure about engines.

[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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Trains have engines. True, he is working on a car engine, but there are plenty of parts which are not electronic, simply mechanic. How he plans to transport it back is a mystery, though.

[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.

[John's face contorts into a series of disgusted expressions, each looking more repulsed than the last as the mental image just refuses to leave.]

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.

So you do use a sock. Seems the preferred method in dormitories. Don't worry; nothing to be ashamed of. Most men engage in the coerced expulsion of seminal fluid.

[John covers his beet-red face with his hands, squirming in his seat a bit.]

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?

I don't. But if you find the topic to be inappropriate, consider it dropped. Probably best not to mention things you don't wish for me to delve into.

Yeah, definitely drop it. It's not the kind of thing that needs talking about.

[The pause that follows only lasts about ten seconds before...]

You don't, though? Never? Like... not even once?

[He smirks. Of course it's only inappropriate when Sherlock asks. He doesn't mind, though.]

Well, I gave it a try. Wasn't much else to do that day. It's not really my thing, though. The day I found out the body is capable of multitasking and will take care of that at night for me was perhaps the greatest biological discovery I ever made.

[Oh, the procession of baffled expressions that dance across John's face as he tries to make sense of that.]

Wait, you found out that the body 'takes care' of that sort of thing after you, er, tried it out for yourself? It's usually the other way around.

[Sherlock shrugs]

I wanted to get a head start on puberty. I'm not really one for surprises in that area--well, in anything related to the mind generally. Get a handle on dealing with urges before they make a mess of my hard earned logic. As it happens, I'm immune. Besides acne and general physical awkwardness, puberty was a breeze.

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