The Holmes of Hogwarts

21. The Purple Ribbons

Class was finally dismissed and the students began cleaning up their supplies. Cauldrons being put back on shelves and extra ingredients being put in the right jars. Sherlock had taken the babbling potion and slipped it inside his bag, along with his books. He wasn't paying much attention to the world around him as he studied the jars on the shelves. Every ingredient calling his name, waiting to be taken. He knew he had just promised John he wouldn't do anything to be caught. Well, being honest, it was a silent promise. While we're at it- he didn't actually get caught last time, it was John who was blamed for stealing the potions from Snape. He had escaped rather efficiently with the cloak, that now, he no longer had. Mycroft had taken it from him, claiming to return it to Dumbledore. Without a doubt in Sherlock's mind, the git kept it to himself.

"Hey."

Speaking of the git, Sherlock thought, as he heard Gavins voice. Being himself, he chose not to engage and continued to put his book away in his cross over bag.

"You seem to be doing better..." Greg implied disingenuously, standing a little bit away from Sherlock, but just enough for the Ravenclaw to see him in his peripheral vision. "So you're going to tell John?" he asked, but It sounded more of a demand than a question. Sherlock at this point moving his hand through his bag, pretending to organise. "Did you even hear what I said? Are you going to tell him?" Greg stepped forward and spoke with more force, seemingly annoyed by Sherlocks obvious disengagement.

"Tell him what?" Sherlock sneered, finally turning to face him, giving Greg the attention he demanded.

"That I wasn't there that night. That I had nothing to do with it." Greg stated as a matter-of-fact.

"No."

"No?"

"Your issues have nothing to do with that night." Sherlock said as he looked back at his bag and put it on his shoulder, preparing to end the conversation.

"I don't hang out with them anymore you know." Greg said, talking about Sebastian and the quidditch team.

"Oh yes," Sherlock widened his eyes at him sarcastically. "A whole day and you are a completely different person," he said, giving Greg a judgmental look down. "The same person who tried to trip John on the way out."

Greg was fuming, "You don't know him like I do, John has problems. Issues he needs to deal with."

"His sister seems to think he's fine. I'd trust her word over yours."

"You know she got suspended right?"

"I wonder who did that." Sherlock raised his chin knowingly at him, while slowly putting his hands behind his back.

"I'm not like them," Greg sneered, "believe it or not- or whatever John's told you."

"You are. You are because it wasn't yourself who held you back the other day from hitting him. It was Sebastian." Sherlock stated, referring to the fight at Hogsmeade.

"I care about him, he's my friend, but he had no right to accuse me of doing that to you."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't do it!" Greg conveyed, while raising his voice, slightly agitated.

"My brother wouldn't forgive you if you did that night. I'm not a sign of redemption to you, I'm a caution sign for your relationship with him."

"You think he cares about you?" He sneered, "He didn't even move from the common room when he found out you got out of the infirmary."

Sherlock slowly stepped back at that. "Are you here to talk about John or are you here to remind me how little I mean to people which I am perfectly aware of."