"Well look at that," John pointed to the clipboard. "We're dorm-mates this year!"
Sherlock, who was half-asleep on his luggage jerked up. "Oh, um, that's nice."
"C'mon, let's go." John and Sherlock started off towards the residence hall, completely unaware of two other female students staring at them from the other side of the courtyard.
ooOoo
"Harry? It's me, John." John was sitting on his bed, just finished unpacking. "I can't talk long, he'll be back soon with the milk. My dorm-mate, my very peculiar dorm-mate. A lot has happened in the last three days. He's really strange. Yesterday I caught him unloading a skull onto the desk! And today I opened the fridge and saw all these jars with stuff floating in it, half of which probably aren't even edible. Sorry, I gotta go, call me back when you get this." John hung up and sighed.
"John? I have the groceries!" Sherlock called out, as the door opened. John closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. "John?"
"Yeah, I'm here." John replied, "Hey Sherlock, can we talk about something real quick—" he faltered. Sherlock had just entered the room and there was blood dripping from his forehead.
"Jesus, Sherlock, what have you done?" John exclaimed.
"Oh that," Sherlock seemed to notice the little pool of blood forming on the carpet. "Got into a small scuffle with some kid on my way home, Anderson or something, what a moron. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Now what did you want to talk about?"
"Uh—" John wasn't sure what to say. "I just—wondering, can I borrow some of your uh—science equipment sometimes? You know, for classes and stuff?"
"Yeah sure, whatever." Sherlock went into the bathroom with a few bandages in his hand.
What a weirdo. John thought, but for the first time he felt a bit intrigued by his strange new dorm-mate. His strange new friend.