Hello readers! I just realized how bloody short my chapters are. I'm very sorry about that. I wish they were longer for your sake, but I stop the chapter where it needs to happen. This chapter (one of my favorites) is the continuation of the last one. I sorta cut it in half while writing it for my friend, so that's how I put it on here. I apologize for making this so long, but hey! It happens.
John shifted his weight from one foot to another, but realized it was his bad leg and switched back.
"I'm sorry?" John asked, taken aback by the question.
"Were you injured in a some unknown attack, or at the World Cup?" the boy repeated. John looked to Amelia. She must have told him something. How else would he know?
"The World Cup," he answered.
"Hm," the black haired boy with the blue and bronze scarf and black cloak said, "Amelia, I need a piece of parchment."
"Sorry, I don't have any," she replied holding up empty hands.
"Oh! Hang on a sec, I've got some," John replied digging around in his pockets and finding some paper in one of them. He always carried parchment with him, because if he finds something he wants to write about it's best to have something to write it on.
"Wh- Thank you," the other boy said quietly, startled. The boy took the paper and scribbled: If brother has green painted broom, arrest brother. He then folded it into a paper air plane and whispered something to it. The paper air plane began to float, and the boy grabbed it before it could get away. At that moment, a brown haired Hufflepuff girl walked in.
"Ah, Molly, there you are. Please escort this out of the house," the boy said to her. The girl- Molly- stammered with frustration and fiddled with her hair. As she was about to protest the boy exclaimed monotone in his low voice, "Molly! Have you done something new with your hair?"
Molly blushed, smiled, and said, "Why ye-"
"And make sure it finds a window!" he interrupted. He released the air plane and Molly followed it down the the tunnel!
"Right then. How about the library and eight pm tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry?" John asked, visibly confused by the strange boy.
"You do want a study partner, correct?"
"How did you-"
"I bumped into Amelia on the train today, and said that I would be a difficult person to find a study partner for, and here you are,"
"We've only just met and we're going to be study buddies? We don't know a thing about each other! I don't know where in the library we will be meeting. I don't even know your name!" John cried.
"I know you recently got out of St. Mungo's. Your doctors think your limp is psychosomatic, and they are quite correct. You are muggle born, and so is your brother Harry, most likely named after that rubbish Gryffindor that keeps causing trouble. You like to write, but after the World Cup you have had no inspiration to. Your family is worried about you, because you keep distancing yourself from them. Your not really looking for a study partner, but with the bullying your expecting you feel that the only way you will be able to keep up with your school work is if you have help," the boy said without taking a breath. He stood up, gathered his things and walked into the tunnel. Suddenly he turned around, with a hand on each side of the tunnel, he leaned in and said,
"The name is Sherlock Holmes and the isle is 221 B."
EEE! That deduction was a lot of fun. The next chapter is really fun too. I am excited to explain Sherlock's reasoning. Yes I made him a Ravenclaw. If you think about it, it makes sense, and you will be ahead when Sherlock explains later on. Also, both John and Sherlock thought or spoke about the 'Golden Trio' with annoyance, and actually for the same reason. Who can deduce what it is? It's almost so obvious Anderson could figure it out. I mentioned how short this was going to be in the longest chapter yet. Ha. Well, that's enough chat. Please review, favorite, and/or follow!