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Chapter 2: New friends
John was walking down the hallway of the train looking for somewhere to sit when he came across one such carriage with just one other boy in it. This was Johns first year at Hogwarts and he was so excited. John came from a family of muggles and was completely surprised when his letter came in the post saying that he, John Watson, was to attend Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. As John slowly pulled the door open the boy in the carriage looked up from the book he was reading and John finally got a good look at him. He had a head of jet black disheveled curls and cheekbones that could cut you like glass. His skin was almost unnaturally pale, his body tall and lanky and those eyes. They were an icy blue like there was a raging storm going on inside of them and the way those mesmerizing blue orbs stared at you; almost as if they could look right into you and go searching in the deepest corners of your mind, until they found out every last secret you kept. They were the most beautiful thing John had ever seen.
"Did you want something?" came a rather annoyed voice in the direction that John was looking in and it was then that John realised that he had been staring at the stranger in the carriage.
"Um" John tried to get his mind back into gear and at least manage to scrape together something to say so this boy wouldn't think him completely incompetent, "Err... do you mind if I sit in here with you, it's just every other carriage I've been to so far has been full"
The boy took one last glance at John and looked straight back down at his book and began to read again, so John took this as a yes, that he could sit in here, even if the strange boy in the carriage wasn't willing to give an answer. He pulled in his trunk and placed it on the luggage rail above the empty seats and then closed the door before sitting down. And that's all he did for the next five minutes, just sit there in silence and he couldn't take it anymore, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm John Watson" and the next thing he heard was not what he was expecting at all.
"I know" stated the stranger, looking up from his book.
"You... Wait. What? How do you know my name?!" asked John very confused and slightly nervous.
"Your name is on your trunk. I can also tell that your father is in the military by the way you tie your shoes, I know that your mother is a nurse by the state of your hands and that you have an older sibling who is an alcoholic by your clothes as well as other things."
John looked absolutely gobsmacked.
"Wow you got it all right, that was amazing"
"Really, you think so?" the stranger asked quite shocked.
"Yeah, it was brilliant" John told the stranger a grin plastered on his face and then a thought just occurred to him, "Err, you still haven't told me your name yet"
The stranger looking very pleased with the reaction he got out of John and announced, "Hi, my name is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes"
And that there was the beginning of a strong friendship between two complete opposites that were a perfect match for each other.