Hey guys! So Ariel promised me cheesecake again so I wrote her this and something that's like a reversal of this.
This is John and Sherlock and all those people going to Shiz, with magic and wizards and such.
The other is Elphie and Galinda and all of them in London, with detectives and police and criminals and such.
So this one's a bit short, but the other is much longer, and I hope you'll enjoy both. Yes, so this is for Ariel and I hope you enjoy and all that jazz.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Wicked, or anything really.
There's been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is…
….Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe.
...Blonde.
"Excuse me, but what exactly do you think you're doing?" a sharp voice asked, causing John to pause in what he was doing. He paused for a second, raising an eyebrow and considering the question.
"Er…unpacking?" he replied, making it a question. He looked down to his suitcase, which was lying on the floor while he was taking things out of it. A slow sigh came from the other boy, who closed his eyes briefly before fixing John with an icy stare. "That's ridiculous," the black-haired boy snapped. "You're clearly in the wrong place.
"Sorry?" John asked, a bit offended, getting up off the ground to look the taller boy in the eye.
The other boy sighed again, rolling his eyes. "You're not supposed to be here," he stated. "Obviously," he added in an undertone, flicking a judgmental eye over John's clothing. At John's raised eyebrow, he continued. "I'm not supposed to be rooming with anyone. I was told I'd be allowed to room by myself," he finished, giving John a harsh look of distaste.
"All right," John began, crossing his arms. "But that's not my fault, and I don't know what you expect me to do about it," he raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever considered that you might be the one in the wrong place?"
"Me?" the other boy drew back, looking quite offended at the suggestion. "That's absurd. I'm never wrong, especially not over something as simple as a room number. C'mon, then, let's see your assignment, so we can get you out of here as quickly as possible."
John rolled his eyes, crouching down by his bag again and searching through it until he found the crumpled piece of paper that held his schedule and room assignment. He glanced at it quickly before holding it out. "There," he said with satisfaction, pointing at the sheet. "Room 221, Building B. Which is exactly where we are, thanks."
The other boy let out an annoyed huff, grabbing the paper from him and scanning it quickly. "Fine," he grumbled after a second. "But I'll be complaining about this to the headmaster, John Watson," he finished, handing the paper back to John and turning back to his own suitcase.
"Hang on, then," John said. "Don't you think it's a bit unfair that you get to know my name when I've no clue who you are?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
The boy looked over his shoulder from where he was unpacking, considering John. "Sherlock," he said finally. "Sherlock Holmes."
