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bakerstreet2014-07-01 05:24 pm
ldfsh) wrote in bakerstreet2014-07-01 05:24 pm
Hogwarts AU meme
Hogwarts AU meme
Specify:
- student/professor/castle ghost, etc.
- what house
- what year
- pure blood/muggle born/etc.
- any other preferences
Pick a prompt below or RNG
Prompts:
- Quidditch Match: are you a player? a fan? someone who doesn't care for the sport but got dragged along anyway?
- Welcome Feast: first years getting sorted, old friends seeing each other again, and all that food!
- NSFW (Not Safe For Wizards): grabbing a quickie in the prefect's bathroom, seven minutes in heaven in the Room of Requirement, or what little witches get up to in the girls' dormitories.
- Detention: are you cleaning cauldrons or sent off into the Forbidden Forest? either way, you're in trouble!
- Class: passing notes in Potions, running late for Care of Magical Creatures, discussing selfies in Muggle Studies... whatever you're doing, remember, you're here to learn!
- Holidays: do you go home for Christmas, or are you still at school? and what ugly sweater is Mum going to send this year?
- Hogsmeade: congratulations, your parents signed the permission form (or maybe you forged the signature). time for some time outside of school.
- Diagon Alley: back to school shopping! don't forget to stop by Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!
- Choose Your Own Adventure: but remember, the wand chooses the wizard.
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His eyebrows shoot up, and his gaze sweeps over John from head to toe, briefly. The nervous boy from breakfast struggling not to meet his eye is hardly anywhere to be seen. A hint of it in the forced nature of John's expression, but there's hardly any fidgeting. It's like ... Hm.
Expectation of the situation is worse than the situation itself?
A hint of what caught Sherlock's eye, maybe?
Mycroft might assume it's just John playing tough but, no, that's not quite it.
Because John tries for the casual, Mycroft will stubbornly stick to a practically political language. ]
Have you any intention whatsoever to continue your association with my brother?
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it's a big question, isn't it? yes is the answer that comes to mind. yes, yes. in an ideal world, yes. but he doesn't live in an ideal world, does he? he lives in a world where he's meet Sherlock twice and where, on the second time, he dragged him off behind a statue to go to town right there and then because he absolutely couldn't help himself and Sherlock seemed alright with it at the time, yeah, maybe, but what did he think of him? after all that, what did he think?
he's messed it up. he's almost certain he's messed it up, and by now it looks like a hit a run and there's not much he can do about that either, not without talking to Sherlock, and even thinking about doing that has his stomach drop down to his knees.
and none of that, none of it, is anything he's going to discuss with Mycroft. so, instead: ]
I don't see how that's any of your business.
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[ Implied: If he gets hurt, it's my business. If he gets hurt by someone it is most certainly my business. If he isn't already hurt but there's a chance he might be, it's my business to prevent it from happening.
This isn't even supposed to be an issue. Sherlock isn't supposed to be interested in some ordinary bloke who lulls him into a sense of god knows what and then ends up dropping him like a hot potato. Isn't that what people do? Certainly seems to be the case. God knows how many heartbroken poor sods he's seen running about the halls. Bags under their eyes red from crying, engaging in rebound sex, practically begging to get someone back like you couldn't possibly live a life without someone else. Mycroft's never had that, and he's fine. Isn't he?
And here Sherlock's being led to dip a toe in that life and Mycroft thinks he might get sick. They're not like ordinary people, so why pretend? Why would he like to lead such a miserable life? Why would Sherlock?
Dip a toe is far too much of an understatement. Sherlock's gone skinny dipping, rather. Because of John Watson. It's too far already. It has to stop. ]
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that pulls John to attention. some of that stubborn part of him clenches tight, fragments, tremors lightly and dissolves. family. he gets family, yeah. it's been a while since his family has meant anything like what cuts out across Mycroft's voice, but that doesn't stop it from sounding all too like someone incredibly familiar, all too like someone since stumbled some way out of his reach.
guilt. John's jaw clenches and he breaks the eye contact, gaze slipping to the side, down a bit. ]
Yeah. [ true. ] ... Look, sorry. I've got nothing to say to you.
[ he doesn't know. he doesn't haven't any answers. and maybe sticking his tail between his legs and his head in the sand isn't the best way to respond to this situation but it's going to take him some time to come up with another, and soundboarding the possibilities with the one person who's guaranteed to be able to relay them right back to the source of his nerves isn't anything he's going to do in a hurry.
the apology's real, though. family's important. it wasn't his intention to get anyone worrying about theirs, but he's done it now. it's done. ]
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It doesn't. Obviously it's enough to pacify simple people, but it isn't enough to pacify Mycroft. He isn't simple. He won't be calmed by apologies and helplessness. ]
You have nothing to say to me.
[ He slowly takes a few steps closer as he talks, tapping his fingers against his thigh. ]
You started it, you know. I don't know exactly what, yet, but something in you interests Sherlock. He doesn't care for things that aren't interesting. You did something to get his attention. It's on your head, all of this, however intentional. I'd like to know what it is you're going to do about it.
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"You started it". "Something in you interests Sherlock". "It's on your head, all of this".
his fists release, fingers stretching lightly, and all his preparation works its wonders as his voice makes it out clearly, confident. ]
All of what, Mycroft? Are you a baby monitor now? [ oh, the bliss of shared understanding of muggle lives ] I don't know what you think I've started, but we're sixteen.
[ and so, again, with feeling this time, a feeling that's much less apology than it is assertion: ] I have nothing to say to you.
[ he could, right now, quite possibly, be in the business of absolutely ruining the rest of his time at Hogwarts. maybe even worse than that, come to think of it - there's no way Mycroft Holmes won't go somewhere big and impressive in one world or the other. but there's some small fury in John, some knot of indignation (both on his part and on Sherlock's), and for better or for worse he does not want to back down. ]
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[ He makes a dramatically sad face, pulling down the edges of his lips as far as possible. ]
Anthony Burns, sixth year Ravenclaw, cheated on his girlfriend Tina Howard with a fifth year boy named Gilbert Cross. He ended up in the hospital wing with boils all over his face. Maybe you were there at the time? Tina's lost several pounds. She's not eating. And Anthony's got no one now, and he's ever so lonely. You should see him. It's pitiful.
[ A few steps from John, Mycroft comes to a stop, slipping one hand into his pocket. ]
I know how these things turn out. Yes, you're sixteen. These things don't last at sixteen. I dare say they hardly last at all. One is better off if one doesn't involve themselves.
I do not want Sherlock to end up there. And you do not want to see what I can do if he does.
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but Mycroft's onslaught goes on and all John can do is turn his head slightly, avert his gaze. his jaw is still its stubborn set, teeth ground harshly together in his mouth, but he doesn't speak. he doesn't interrupt. listens to the horror stories of teen romance with mute stoicism (and it goes in, it all goes in) until he's finished and John turns his gaze back, meets Mycroft's, and if he's afraid of the big bad wolf it certainly doesn't show. ]
Great. I'll remember that, thanks.
[ John is a brick wall. he's heard enough. ]
Are we done?
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Stay away from Sherlock. Or tell him it's over, even, and he won't wonder. Let him off the hook, one way or another. For all our sakes.
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a few long seconds, and then he tears himself away and turns to stalk for the door. ]
Bye.
[ and later, definitely, John will think back on this and regret everything intensely. but at the end of the day, he's a Watson. he's his sister's brother and his father's son. they do not, they do not cower. ]
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Good night, Mr. Watson. Sleep well.