A gleam of mischief flashed in Johns eyes. The same piercing smile flashed onto his face, wide enough to split his face in half. “Brilliant! You are brilliant!” John jumped up and shook the boat slightly. “This is great! We should devise a plan! It’ll make it easier so we don’t get caught. I’m sure it’ll be a great adventure! I can’t wait! Oh this is brilliant!” John rambled, like he had a tendency to do. “So whats the plan?”
“You’re the one who wanted to go in the first place, I figured you might have a plan of your own,” Sherlock said, sitting down and looking into the water to see if he could see the apparent giant squid. “Do you not? You always have something up your sleeve. I mean,” Sherlock sighed, “I suppose if I have to do ALL of the work…” He trailed off, giving John a tortured look.
John sat down with a huff, shaking the boat slightly. “Sadly, I haven’t been in the restricted section yet. I really want to, but I’d at least like to have some one to enjoy the adventure of going in there with me!” John had always been more dependent on others to join him; it was simply in his nature.
Their was a curious sort of look on Johns face as he watched Sherlock. He liked the sea and boats. They were always so calm and peaceful. “Yes… Sailing is rather nice isn’t it?” John asked, more to himself than anyone else.
“It could be interesting,” Sherlock mused as he turned the boat by 45 degrees. After a bit of silence, Sherlock turned swiftly towards John. “Actually, I want to do this. It needs to be after hours, however, because I work better at night. Otherwise, I don’t want to go. It’s not as interesting in the daylight and there’s more of a chance of being caught.”
John just let a small smile fall onto his face as he walked onto the small boat, attempting not to crowd Sherlock to terribly much which was a bit of a task on the small boat. He looked back over at the large castle. The smile was still plastered onto his face.
“Well, if you’ve been everywhere, have you been to the restricted section of the library? I though that between the two of us, we could probably find a way in and out with out being caught.” Libraries fascinated him, and ones with sections that were off limits made him want to go in them even more. He hoped Sherlock wouldn’t find it dull, and that he’d agree.
“What are we doing out here anyways?” John asked, observing the small boat and the large lake that loomed before them.
“Oh, doubtless,” Sherlock commented, steering the boat further into the lake. “Is there anything interesting in there? I ignored it.”
Sherlock drove the boat forward with his wand, standing close to the edge and making it wobble. It wouldn’t fall over, though. Sherlock had never had this boat fall over once since he built it.
“I like sailing. Helps me think.”
With intrigued eyes, John watched as Sherlock did his work on the body and then quickly covered it back up. After he cast his spell, he hurried off. John smiled and quickly followed after him with a small smile. He knew he would have to follow Sherlock in order to ask his question, and the kid wasn’t going to wait up on him.
After waiting a couple of seconds to make sure the room was how he left it, or how he imagined it would have been left before Sherlock came, John quickly made his way after the fourteen year old. Johns dark black coat that he wore instead of his robes flicked happily after him. After reaching the lake, John stopped, and stood next to Sherlock, a slight grin on his face.
“It’s always nice to have a run after being cooped up in a place for too long! Anyways! My proposition! So, ‘ve you been to the library yet? I’d imagine you have, but I just gotta make sure!” John said with a smile. He knew how much the kid hated idle chit chat, but he wasn’t going to cut to the chase one this one.
Sherlock glanced over at the boy with an expression that perfectly expressed how tiresome he found the conversation to be already. He whipped out his wand and threw his book-bag onto the ground. With a wave of his wand, his ship hovered out of the bag and to the shore of the lake. He grabbed his telescope out of his bag before slinging it back over his shoulder.
“I have, yes, I’ve been to every section of the school that I care to go to, currently, though I’m told that Hogwarts has much more than just what you can view from a walk ‘round,” Sherlock drawled as he got into his fairly small boat and took down the sail, tying it tightly.
“If you’re going to bore me, I’m not going to bother listening,” Sherlock added. “Now, get on the boat or I’m kicking off shore without you.”
John couldn’t help smiling at the boy. By now twenty minutes must have passed, between the time it took John to quit laughing and the time they were talking. He observed the body and checked his watch. “Well, look for yourself at what developments have occurred in the past twenty minutes or so,” John said gesturing towards the body.
“Ah, I forgot about you not liking coffee! My bad. But sure, tea would be fine as well. Along with whatever you’re doing, I’d be find heading down to the lake with you,” John said with a smile. He stood, dusted his pants off and then nodded slightly. “Right, after you!”
Sherlock glared at the elf and gave a reluctant sigh before shoving new gloves on and looking it over. When he was satisfied, he covered the elf and whooshed his wand before holding it up to the side of his face and whistling like a bird.
He swept out of the room and down several stair cases, not bothering to see if John was following. He exited the building and quickly made his way to the lake, cloak whisping around him as dramatically as it could for a 14 year old.
What broke the silence that ensued after Sherlock had said what he did was a piercing laugh coming from John. He held his stomach and grabbed onto the window ledge that stood behind him. After a few minutes of laughter, John wiped the tears from his eyes and sent a beaming smile at the younger boy. “Yeah, sure I’ll just wait here, but would you hold on for a moment? I know how it’s hard for you to stay in one place for a long time, but listen. I have proposition that might peek your interest even more then saving someones alibi,” John said with a smile.
He retrieved a small piece of paper and a pen from his pocket so he could do what Sherlock asked, but even his attention span wasn’t long enough to wait twenty minutes. That wasn’t really saying much though, considering the fact that he did have ADD. “If you are so busy, how about we discuss my idea over a cup of coffee or something?” John asked, walking over to the dead elf and examining it. It looked so sad, having been beaten to death and having been dead for god knows how long. John felt a slight twinge of guilt hit him. Even in death the elf couldn’t sleep peacefully with out being beaten.
Sherlock waited quite impatiently for him to stop laughing, crossing his arms and glaring at him. However, when he began speaking, a glint of interest appeared in Sherlock’s eyes.
“You think so, do you? I need this information, in any case, but I’d be willing to… attempt to listen to what you have for me.”
Sherlock glanced at the elf passively. “I’m not one for coffee, but I wouldn’t mind some tea. Perhaps we could discuss it while I attempt my ship in this school’s lake.”
It’s not like there was anywhere else really to explore, so John made his way down the halls of Hogwarts. He hadn’t explored the library yet, but he felt the need to see if Sherlock was around. It might be fun to go through the library with him, maybe even get into the restricted section. With there scheming minds, they were sure to get into the restricted section.
After a couple minutes of searching, John finally found Sherlock. He made his way slowly into the room. He stopped and placed his hand tentatively on the door. He took a deep breath and pushed it open very very slowly, and thankfully it didn’t creak. He peered into the room that was lit, and stifled a sigh at the sight of Sherlock beating a dead body of an elf. John slipped in slowly in between the loud hits on the body. John was pretty stealthy and working on his skills as much as he could.
Once John was a sufficient distance into the room, he decided to speak. There was a chance Sherlock had already realized he was there, but you never know do you? “You’re going to be bringing this to Hogwarts I see?” John said with a slight smile. He was ready to duck if something was thrown at him.
Sherlock’s whipping intensified before breaking off suddenly, spinning around and taking breaths to calm himself from the flogging. He glanced over to the doorway.
“It’s,” Sherlock took another heaving breath, “It’s important. Case-work.” Sherlock pointed fiercely at the elf’s body. “I need you to stay here and write everything that happens to this body in the next twenty minutes. A man’s alibi depends on it. Text me- Oh… Damn it,” Sherlock slammed the whip down again on the elf. “Electronics don’t work in Hogwarts. Fine! Send me an owl, then,” he snapped, tossing the whip aside and pulling his gloves off.
Let’s just start this off by saying that Sherlock is not exactly happy about having to leave his school and travel to Hogwarts - the school he detests maybe not MOST, but certainly a hell of a lot.
He explored all he could, but eventually was dragged - not kicking and screaming, but certainly scowling and muttering - back to his school’s building-tent. Sure, it was a lot bigger on the inside, but Sherlock didn’t like how dingy it looked. It was so tiny for a “school” - tent-building or not. It was just a police box.
Sherlock had found a place, however, to do his work.
The room was chilly, but bright, which was odd for Hogwarts, but, naturally (unnaturally?), Sherlock had the room lit with magic of his own. He leaned over the giant black package and unzipped it carefully, swiftly, determinedly.
What appeared was a dead house elf - not so much stolen as… borrowed… from the Ministry’s most challenging case. No one would notice. They thought they were done with the body. Sherlock thought otherwise.
“We’ll start with the flogging treatment.”
And after two deep breaths with his eyes closed, if anyone walked into that room, they would be prized with the sight of Sherlock Holmes whipping a dead house elf over and over again with all of his strength.
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That’s it. I’m getting Mycroft to hunt you down and hang you for your actions.