Soon after the feast had been eaten, Dumbledore stood up and gave his yearly speech. "Friends, Roman, Countrymen." He paused dramatically. The hall was silent. Dumbledore was staring at Sherlock in a strange way, as if he expected him to do something. This was slightly unnerving seeing as Sherlock had a passion for all things Shakespearian and could complete the quote with ease. After a mental battle with himself, he raised his voice.
"Lend me your ears, I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him." Everyone turned to look at him. Many students were whispering to their neighbours. One distinctively rang out above the others.
"What the hell is he on about?" The voice's proud owner was one Mike Anderson. He was scratching his forehead in confusion. Most of the Slytherins first years were.
"I hope that by 'he' you mean Mr Holmes here. Holmes and myself were simply quoting William Shakespeare. Though undoubtedly a genius, there are still many things about Shakespeare that we do not know. What we do know is that The Bard did in fact sit in the very hall you are sitting in now. The Master Playwright was actually a wizard who decided to hide his secret and portray himself as a Muggle. Ten points to Gryffindor for knowledge of Muggle History and Literature."
Sherlock was confused. Dumbledore had given him house points for knowing about Shakespeare. When he quoted Shakespeare, most people he knew called him a nerd. Dumbledore continued with his speech but Sherlock stopped paying attention. Instead he let his gaze drift over to Snape and again the feeling of illness threatened to consume him.
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John was incredibly impressed about Sherlock's knowledge and quizzed him in the dorm as he stuck up his poster of The Ballycastle Bats Quidditch Team
"Of course I know about Shakespeare but to be able to quote him without thinking that's just...wow!"
Sherlock lay on his bed, dressed in a grey T-shirt and pyjama bottoms and wearing a long silk dressing gown, which reached the floor when he stood. The dressing gown was blue and although John managed to change it red with his wand to match Gryffindor, it stayed blue. Red didn't suit Sherlock; it made him look paler than normal.
"John?"
"Yes Sherlock."
"What does Mudblood mean?"
"Well," John turned to face his friend. "It's a really awful name to call a Muggleborn. People who come from all wizard families use it; they call themselves pureblood. It's stupid really. Everyone knows us wizards would have died out we hadn't started marrying muggles. Don't take any notice of Anderson and Donavon. They're pricks." Sherlock smiled.
"What've we got tomorrow?"
John glanced at his timetable, which was right next to his poster.
"Herbology, Flying Practise, Potions. After lunch we've got Charms, Transfiguration then last lesson is Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Fun, fun, fun." Sherlock replied sarcastically. Slowly, he drifted of to sleep to the sound of John's chuckles.
And that's where I'm going to leave it now. I know this is pretty short but the next chapter will be Before Lunch and the chapter after will be After Lunch so they'll be quite long. I'm willing to take character names for Sherlock and John's year. Just tell me what houses they're in, what they're called and their subject strengths and weaknesses. I also need a name for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. It can't be anyone from the Harry Potter series because this is set before Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. Any suggestions welcome. AOR