John shut his laptop and got up from the window seat, he had to go down and wait for Sherlock to get to the common room and let him in. He put the laptop on the bed and turned to the door, jumping slightly in shock as he did. "Sherlock, how did you get past the Fat Lady? You're not a Gryffindor."
"Oh like the password is hard to guess." He waved the comment off and smiled mischievously. "So what's this flat you found?"
"221B Baker Street." John opened the laptop again. "The landlady, Mrs. Hudson, is a witch and only leases to other magical folk. It's the only 'magic permitting' flat anywhere close to where we'll work and study. It looks pretty comfy, and I think we should take it."
Sherlock gazed briefly at the pictures, then nodded. "I think so, too. How soon can we move in?"
"Umm.." He scrolled through the information. "It looks like whenever, so we could be in a few days after we graduate."
"Sure you mind sharing a flat with me? My roommates hated me over the years. Violin at three in the morning, experiments exploding under their beds."
"I like your playing and you're not allowed in my room with any experiments, so I think I'm fine." He smiled.
"Let's do it, then."
And three months later, boxes were apparating left and right into the living of 221B Baker Street.
