The School and the Sociopath {Revised Edition} ~teen!potter!lock~

Chapter 13: I Sit and Watch, Because Everyone's a Bitch and Forgot About Me

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, johnlunkies! I finally have my laptop back, so, to work! :} This will be from Sally's POV, and because I think of her as one to use more profanity than most, there will be a lot of that in here.  And question: what are police officers called in the wizarding world? I'll just use  "police."  ~Kate

I slowly came to, startled by my unfamiliar surroundings. I was a little disgruntled from the shared apparation. Even solo apparition was never my favorite mode of transportation: as a Seeker, broomsticks were much more comfortable.

As my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I realized I was petrified (unfortunately) and in some sort of study. I glanced around as best I could, without the assistance of my neck, and decided in horror that this was in fact Headmaster Youngrich's study. I had been here a few times before, not for doing anything, but to turn in multiple offenders of school rules. I had enjoyed "playing police" as I called it since I was very, very small. My older brother, Kevin, was a policeman. Unfortunately, he died when I was four, of an accidental explosion.  Maybe that was why I always wanted to be one, too. Sort of to carry on his legacy. I guess that's what makes me a Slytherin.

Two figures entered the study. It was Sebastian and Jim. The two never went anywhere without each other; or rather, Jim was careful to keep his few loyal servants close. I swear, he is the next Voldemort.

"Hello, Sally," Jim said, smiling with mock warmth. "Enjoying your stay?"

"Don't worry, Jim. Your slave took care of that."

"Someone's cynical."

"Someone's a bastard."

Jim smirked and leaned back against the study wall. "Thank you, Sally. I never thought I would get a compliment from you. I'm honoured." I scowled at him. The petrification had left my face free, thank goodness. 

"Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, don't worry, Sally," Jim said. "I'm not planning on hurting you. Just doing what you always do: playing police." I must have looked confused, because he went on to explain. "In the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it states many rules, and very clearly. Some of the most stressed are: no apparition, no use of addictive substances, no Weasley products, no cheating, no going out after lights-out, and absolutely no sexual activity." I gasped. "Sherlock Holmes has broken two of those rules, but since Sebastian couldn't get any proof of the first," Jim continued, giving Sebastian a glare, "I'll just have to tattle on him for the second one. The one John Watson is also involved in." He scoffed. "Filthy mudblood."

"Only Sherlock's allowed to call him that," I hissed. Jim raised his hands.

"Oh, there are rules with you losers, too?" Jim laughed. "I would let you turn me in, but you don't have any proof, do you?!" If I had control of my body, I would have jumped at his sudden fury. This was a revenge thing, I could tell.

"What did he do to you?"

"What?"

"There must be some reason you're so against Sherlock."

"No, I'm just pulling this shit because I'm a crazy evil maniac!" Jim hissed. "No, idiot, it's because his little sex mate bloody killed my sister!" His face was so full of rage, it was scary. Luckily, Headmaster Youngrich entered at that moment, and Jim and Sebastian were instant angels. Motherfucking bastards. Go fuck your sorry asses in some other shithole, not Hogwarts.

And no, don't excuse my French, because they bloody deserved it! Sex mate, my ass.

"Hello, Jim. How may I help you today?" Youngrich noticed me, the petrified girl in the corner, but waved me from his mind after one questioning glance. Dickhead.