I should not be spending the holidays watching my Sherlock DVD repeatedly and daydreaming about Benedict Cumberbatch when I really should be filling out uni applications. Oh well, who needs Oxbridge?
I do not, nor will I ever own "Sherlock" or the "Harry Potter" franchise. Kind of a shame, really.
"Outside of Stories"
Lestrade is wrong, he's not a child. Sherlock can't actually remember much about being a child, save getting pushed in the mud for telling Thomas Smith that he should have thought a bit harder about angular dynamics before attempting to walk up the slide in the playground, but he knows he's not one anymore.
He's not a child. He's bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Cake.
Bored.
John's gone to work. With Sarah. It's not that he even dislikes Sarah. She's quite clever, quite pretty. Boring, but acceptable.
It's just that he doesn't really like sharing John. And he's BORED.
John hid the gun last week when Sherlock tried to shoot the pizza delivery man for looking a bit like Mycroft. Then he threw the nicotine patches in the bin because Sherlock had tried to eat them when they didn't work fast enough.
Okay, maybe he's been acting like a child lately. But he's not.
Which is why he is stoically ignoring the books on top of the telly. He is not a child, he will NOT read a child's book.
... But that Dumbledore's got a funny look about him. Sherlock bets anything that he did it. Whatever it is. Because there has to be an "it", or there wouldn't be a book.
He'll just watch the first ten minutes until he works out who did it.
Two days and seven books later, Sherlock has come to the only logical conclusion: 'magic' is just the result of mass hysteria caused by the distribution of a psychotropic to an enclosed community. And Severus Snape is Harry Potter's father.
Logically.
He doesn't tell John his theory, but a week later eight DVDs have appeared on the kitchen table- DVDs that look quite suspicious. John hopes they'll be less destructive than a gun and five nicotine patches. Perhaps he should find his copy of Lord of the Rings...
When Sherlock concludes next investigation as a classic case of "Lily-Snape" complex, Lestrade doesn't laugh. Well, not until Dr Watson does.
Well that killed 20 minutes... Review?