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The crisp sound of the quill dragging on the parchment resonated in the whole classroom. Constant dipping of ink and unrolling of new parchment followed as well, it was their Potions class, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.
As fifth years, they were a little more mature than four years ago, but the constant murmuring of Sally and Anderson from across the aisle annoyed Sherlock to no end, breaking his quill in the process.
"Give it a break, Sherlock." John, a Gryffindor groaned, starting on his second page as the one beside him grabbed another quill from his bag and resumed his work.
"It's annoying me, John." Sherlock gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from snapping at the two.
"That's just about it. They're annoying YOU and only YOU." John retorted.
"Yes, obviously. They are getting in my way of executing my essay to its full potential." The curly haired teen said with a punctual tone, looking pompously at his friend.
The Gryffindor rolled his eyes before asking, "Who is the class after us?"
"Hufflepuff and Slytherin." Sherlock quirked his thick eyebrows, looking at the guy beside him with utter curiosity, "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing. Nothing." John quickly replied, his actions were readable that he was hiding something.
"I know when you're up to something, John." The tall Ravenclaw sneered at the Gryffindor.
"I'm not." John insisted, but Sherlock knew better and maintained a suspicious look in his expression.
"Christ, Sherlock! I said I'm not!" The Gryffindor exclaimed just to prove a point.
The two steadied their eyes, both not wanting to lose. John twitching one eye while Sherlock remained stoic, needless to say, the Gryffindor gave a defeated sigh and asked, "What do you think about that, Molly Hooper from Hufflepuff?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes at the question, Mary (from Gryffindor as well, she's sitting in the farthest right) and John have been pressing the idea of the Hufflepuff girl to him for nearly a week now.
"Molly is just my charms and DADA partner, nothing more, nothing less." Sherlock quipped finishing his essay already.
"Oh really?" John look amused, "She obviously got a thing for you, mate."
"Just because she has a "thing" for me, doesn't mean I have to pursue a romantic relationship with her. She is good, although clumsy and shy, she does her work well and possesses a heart of gold." The curly haired teen bit back a bark, it was those times when he just wanted to smack his friend on the head.
"But you also have a thing for-"
"Let me stop you right there." Sherlock interrupted, "Molly Hooper is a fine young woman. She lacks aesthetically and socially, yet she governs more emotional and internal aspects that I find quite pleasing. BUT, I do NOT fancy her." For some reason, when he said the last one, his heart ached a bit and he felt a sense of guilt ran through him. He noticed how different he was when the Hufflepuff was involved. He was still searching for answers why he would mindlessly look at her when they were together, when he notes little things about her, such as she bites her lips when she's frustrated; It irked him how she was also the type to be fancied by some men as well, but what made him curious about these unusual feelings was that his serotonin was working over time whenever she was around him. His constant blabber about ash and invites on going on adventures in the castle were becoming frequent with her.
"Are you serious?" John said in disbelief.
"I am-"
"You obviously fancy the girl! Just tell her, you clot!" The Gryffindor was losing patience, he could obviously see the twinkle in Sherlock's eye whenever the Hufflepuff is mentioned.
"Unless you have a valid reason, you have no evidence that I am as you say, have a 'thing' for her." Sherlock arched his thick brow up, cleaning up his desk in the process.
"Alright then." John huffed, "What's our essay about?"
"Weren't the instructions perfectly clear? If you could make your own potion that symbolizes a person you admire, what would it be and why?" As a genius would reply, he even added the dragging tone their professor always had.
"Tell me. What kind of potion did YOU concoct in that big brain of yours?" The Gryffindor propped his elbow on to the wooden table and waited for his friend to answer,
Sherlock was perfectly unaware, that made John laugh inwardly how ridiculously clueless his best friend was. "Simple. A marriage of pastel yellow and misty grey potion, that when applied to a corpse, shall glow into the certain area where the dead body struggled, wether it's an illness, a simple bruise or murder." The curly haired teen said proudly flattening the edge of his parchment neatly.
"And Molly is pursuing pathology in the near future." John smirked, he always loved it when he won over the know-it-all Ravenclaw.
"…. Who gave you that information?" Sherlock was worried about something else.
"You did, you dolt." John scoffed.
Sherlock remained silent, he must have deleted that memory, he thought. "… I still don't see your rational point, John."
John sighed in an irritant manner and grabbed his best friend's parchment and pointed at the title, "YOU NAMED IT AFTER HER, YOU DAMN ARSE!"
Sherlock's eyes widened with utter shock as he finally processed what the Gryffindor have been telling him the whole time. He turned a bright shade of red and his lips stiffened as a surge of embarrassment ran through him. He's in love with Molly Hooper.