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The Great Hall. Headmaster, Professor Lestrade, was just rising to talk to the many students chatting in the Great Hall, adorned with Slytherin drapings as they had won the. House cup the previous year. There was also several anxious first years standing by the great, lumbering giant, named Hagrid or something. "Ehem." Said Lestrade. "Welcome, to what I am sure is going to be another prosperous and successful year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. To begin, I would like to introduce all new teachers, as well as inform first years of current teachers. Professors," he said, no talking back to the long desk of professors, "Please stand as your name is called. To begin, me! I am Professor Lestrade, Transfiguration teacher." Sherlock then heard many names, including a Professor Moriarty, Potions teacher; Professor Watson, Quidditch teacher; himself, as Defence against the Dark arts, and Professor Adler, newly appointed head of Slytherin, and Charms teacher.
"Merlin's beard," Sherlock thought to himself, "Shes the hottest woman I've ever seen."
As students left the Great Hall after the Sorting and a delicious feast, Sherlock was still trying to catch a glimpse of Professor Adler, who he had now discovered was called Irene. As she walked past, she gave a little wink and a smile at Sherlock, before he lost sight of her in the crowd of students.
"Professor Holmes," said Lestrade as he walked up to Sherlock, with Watson next to him. "I'm afraid you two are sharing a cottage. There's been a mix-up and we're one room short. It's located by Ravenclaw dormitories." He said to the two men.
"Hang on, I'm a Griffindor teacher!" John Watson protested, but was silenced by Lestrade.
"It is done. Owls will send to you your timetables by tomorrow morning. Goodnight." Said a firm Lestrade.
15 minutes later, Sherlock and John arrived in their cottage. There was two, equally sized double bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a cosy living room with a never ending fire.
"Butter beer?" John asked, already in the kitchen as Sherlock plonked his ass down on the largest chair.
"Sure." Sherlock said, daydreaming about Professor Adler. "Thanks." He said as John passed him the Butterbeer.
"Did you see that Nurse Hooper- Molly?" John asked. It was quite obvious he liked her. "We were chatting a bit, she seems really nice."
Sherlock was clearly not interested. "Yes, well, that good, but I feel quite tired, I think I'm going to go to bed."
John felt pretty miffed, but with no company, he too got up and limped to his own room. As Sherlock closed the door, he heard a tapping noise. He checked the window and saw a tawny owl waiting to be let in with his timetable. Sherlock opened the squeaky window, before paying the own 4 Knuts and taking the timetable. He turned the lights out and began to dream, definitely not about Irene Adler, of course.