[Sherlock watches people on the green over the top of a potions book, no longer reading--never reading at all, really. He's put to memory all the potions which appeal to him and the others are in there somewhere just in case. This is a study in observation, though and much more important than any magical class he should currently be studying for.
He despises the color-coded items which tell him before he even gets a chance to try so much as a guess what the house in which they have been sorted is. Jim he knows well, however, though it does not mean his gaze passes over without interest. He knows Jim might have caused him some pause so long ago if it weren't for the green. Calm, somewhat charming, easy going by all appearances and yet full of such ambition as to warrant his placement in Slytherin. Mycroft has always corrected the assumptions that Slytherin meant evil but there is something about Jim which Sherlock cannot ignore that is far more interesting--far more menacing even--then the bullies that label him a freak.
And that pleased smile is more than Sherlock can handle in a passerby.]
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He despises the color-coded items which tell him before he even gets a chance to try so much as a guess what the house in which they have been sorted is. Jim he knows well, however, though it does not mean his gaze passes over without interest. He knows Jim might have caused him some pause so long ago if it weren't for the green. Calm, somewhat charming, easy going by all appearances and yet full of such ambition as to warrant his placement in Slytherin. Mycroft has always corrected the assumptions that Slytherin meant evil but there is something about Jim which Sherlock cannot ignore that is far more interesting--far more menacing even--then the bullies that label him a freak.
And that pleased smile is more than Sherlock can handle in a passerby.]
You look rather smug this afternoon.