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Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John laughed. "You guys are hilarious." He managed. "Do you argue often?"
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "One would say too much." He said, sighing heavily. He reached down and took Lestrade's hand. "Come on. We need to get back." He said quietly, although it was more of an order." John watched in shock. Wait, what?
He looked to Sherlock, completely confused, but he held his tongue, and just said. "Yeah, bye. I'm sure I'll see you two around." He said, smiling broadly again. Were Mycroft and Lestrade dating?! Or did people in the wizarding world just... hold hands like that? Or did Mycroft like Lestrade? Or - now, this one seemed the most likely - did Mycroft know that Lestrade fancied him, and was abusing this knowledge t manipulate him? The thoughts circled around his head, and he watched them curiously - but he obviously wasn't like Sherlock, and couldn't read the two prefects worth anything.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John glanced between the two of them, smiling. Thank God he had decided to become friends with two of the more experienced students. "Thank you." He said to Lestrade, and looked to Sherlock again. "And you, I suppose." He said, smiling teasingly. It was probably not a good thing to tease Sherlock, was it? Considering they were just meeting. He didn't even know if Sherlock called him a friend, although he knew Greg probably considered him one. He looked up again as another older boy came into view, looking at them all with amusement and what seemed to be a glitter of suspicion.
"Gregory? What's taking so long? You really shouldn't have stopped to talk to Sherlock." He said, but he was smiling a little. He looked to his younger brother. "Hello, Sherlock. Making friends?" He asked, nodding to John, who was looking at him with a bit of confusion. So he's Sherlock's older brother? He thought. Well, they both definitely have a 'commanding presence'. "I'm John." He said, smiling a little, although he was beginning to feel and look pretty nervous.
Mycroft blinked, looking him over slowly, like he was reading him. "He hasn't chased you away?"

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John nodded, listening carefully to what Sherlock was saying. He smiled as he finished. "Thank you." He tipped his head just a little, though. "And why don't they like people who are born from... muggles?" He asked, testing the word a bit to see how it tasted. It was strange to have to learn all these new terms. "I mean, like you said, I'm just as.. magical as they are. That doesn't seem fair." He said, not looking angry just... curious.
He looked up as Greg came into the carriage, looking just a little surprised, but he grinned. "I'm John, John Watson." He said, extending his hand lightly to shake, still grinning happily. This was interesting, meeting a lot of new people. Sherlock was very interesting, and definitely cool. And Greg looked to be someone he could trust. Maybe they'd all be put in the same 'house', or whatever Sherlock was talking about. He still didn't really understand what that was about. Was it a team? Did they have rivalries? Shouldn't the school be teaching students to get along with each other, not to argue because of petty difference? That was how his muggle school taught, anyway. Which was a bit childish, he supposed, because that definitely wasn't what it was like in the real world.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock looked down at him, completely confused. "Good morning?! I would have thought you'd be completely disturbed by this!" He said, well more like mumbled, he still had his face buried in John's hair. His heart was picking up pace now, only he didn't exactly understand why. normally he had those kind of things completely under his control. So why... He let out a shuddering sigh. This was no the time to panic. "We're sleeping together, John. Not just in the same bed, we're literally pressed up against each other. How is this not freaking out your heterosexual morals?" He asked, sounding completely frustrated. "Unless your attracted to me for an odd reason." he inquired, moving back an inch just so he could look down at him curiously. Why was he the one having a small internal breakdown? John was the one who constantly said 'not gay' when inquired about his relationship[ with Sherlock - much to Sherlock's irritation, he was kind of mystified that John actually cared about such things.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock huffed. "You and me both." He stayed quite for a good ten minutes, and than eventually fell asleep.

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Much to his pleasure in the morning, he realized he didn't have anymore nightmares. However, something was off. He had tightly curled himself around John, tucking John's head beneath his chine, and John's hair was tickling his nose. They were pressed chest to chest, Sherlock's arms wound around John's waist, and they were snuggled quite closely. Sherlock stayed there - for two reasons, none of which were highly acceptable. 1) He had no idea what else he should do.
2) Much to his frustration, he was very content, and enjoying it greatly. He loved the feeling of John's warm body tucked up against his. He was warm and he felt safe (and he was disgusted by the sentiment) and he was undeniably happy, which he hadn't been for quite awhile.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock settled himself on John's bed, shuffling a little and he kept close to the side. He knew this just had to be a stretch, right? John was only doing this because he wanted Sherlock to get better, obviously. He'd get back to work as soon as possible. Perhaps he'd be a bit more careful on future cases - God forbid this ever even possibly happen again. He nodded towards the other side of the bed. "Come on, than. I'm actually tired for once and I'd rather get some real sleep. I pray that the theory gets proved, or we'll both be going through some troubles tonight, and neither of us will sleep." He looked up, looking unemotional, except for a little glimmer of seriousness in his eyes. "And if it doesn't hold, I am going to my brother's, so you can actually live." He said, with a little smirk.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock hesitated. 'Help'? He didn't need help. But he figured he wasn't going to get up those stairs himself. He sighed, and finally gave a small nod. "Fine. He mumbled, and shifted, wincing a bit as he moved his legs, moving them down to the ground and setting his feet on the ground. He reached up, gripping John's good shoulder and hoisted himself up with a huff of pain. "Why the hell would they think it's a good idea to break someones legs for torture? Whipping and such was enough, but this torture is carrying on through my daily life away from that." He muttered, looking irritated and frustrated at not being able to stand on his own and actually needing assistance.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John nodded, listening very carefully to Sherlock's words. "Thanks. And I'm just.. skeptical about this whole magic thing." He shuffled a bit. "I'm a bit worried they made a mistake, is all, you know? I don't have any magic family members. It just doesn't make sense that I have this... potential." He looked up apologetically. "Sorry. I suppose it's kind of an insult to you that I'm doubting your... world or whatever. It just doesn't make sense. How do you guys hide it from... uh... regular people?" He asked, looking curious rather than accusing. He didn't mean to be skeptical - it just seemed a bit random, almost too good to be true, next to his normal and mundane existence. He was just waiting for this to be some kind of stupid and exaggerated practical joke, or at the very least a dream. John was so normal - he'd had a normal, loving childhood, nothing strange had ever happened to him - well, except that one incident... But that had seemed more like a coincidence than anything else. He shifted again, looking nervous and a bit uncomfortable. He looked outside - wait, when had the train started to move? He couldn't see any people or buildings - just a long stretch of green fields. He blinked in surprise for a moment, and than looked back to Sherlock.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John was still grinning. "Of course it's amazing! You've got to hear that all the time, right? I've never seen anyone do that." He settled back into his seat. "So do you know what's going to happen when we get there? I'm a bit skeptical about all of this." He said, but he still looked very much entertained just by looking at Sherlock. This kid was cool. How did he not have more friends? He was kind of intense, just the air around him, but a cool trick like that, he could be pretty useful for some of the other kids. But than, it wouldn't be very fun to be just a use, John supposed. But why wasn't he with a bunch of other kids? And he mentioned a brother. Sherlock didn't seem like someone to pull a joke, or feel sympathetic for someone and decided to sit by them because they didn't have any friends. So what was the deal?

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock thought about it for a moment." John, I want to test a theory, and I need your... cooperation." He struggled into a sitting position. He took a deep breath. "I want to sleep with you. In your bed, of course, I still can't stand my room. I want to see if that puts a stop to my nightmares." He looked around. "It'll be a bit difficult to get up there, but I do believe it will help a bit. If you wouldn't mind. If it bothers you than I can come back down here." He looked over at John with a bit of a pleading gleam in his eyes. "Please, John. It's been mostly proved that the presence of another person when sleeping assists in resting better, most likely because it's twice as likely that one will sense danger. I just... it would help me."