The Boggart

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gasP! emrys wrote something that isn't about hetalia or themself?? wow that's rare

anyway enjoy this implied johnlock

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Fifth years stood in silence, staring at the wardrobe as they listened to Professor Lupin explain today's lesson, as well as why it would be held in the staffroom. A few students sat on the old, mismatched chairs in the long room, having claimed to their friends that they had a better view. One mister Sherlock Holmes was one of them. A Ravenclaw with curly black hair, eyes that shifted colour, and long, lanky limbs, he had a reputation for talking back to teachers, as well as his peers, and claimed to be able to read everything about a person in five minutes at most, twenty seconds at least. There were rumours floating around that he was psychic. When the wardrobe wobbled, instead of jumping back like the other students, he narrowed his eyes and climbed down from where he sat, perched up like a bird on the chair, and took a few long strides forward.

"Mister Holmes, care to assist me in the first part of this demonstration?"

The boy shook his head. "No. It seems infantile, Professor. But I'm sure John Watson would love to help you out."

Professor Lupin blinked, seemingly shocked, but he recovered quickly. "Very well then." He said calmly. He looked up, scanning the crowd. "John? Care to come up?"

Young mister John Watson was much shorter than his companion, mister Holmes, and his hair was far more tame and blond. He had the makings of a mustache on his upper lip, and a small jam stain on the shirt hidden beneath his robes. He wore a small pin on his robes with the likeness of a badger. "Yeah, sure." He nodded to Professor Lupin as he began to make his way towards the wardrobe. "Of course."

"Excellent, John. Thank you."

John nodded in acknowledgement of his Professor's statement.

"Now, before we begin, who here knows what a boggart is?"

Sherlock raised his hand.

"Mister Holmes?"

"A shapeshifter. It takes on the form of the worst fear of the person before it."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Therefore," Sherlock continued, "We don't know what it truly looks like because nobody has had the bright idea yet to just stick a camera in a wardrobe like this with the timer and flash turned on."

Professor Lupin smiled. "Well, perhaps when I'm done using this boggart in particular for teaching purposes, and before we dispose of it, you and I could do just that."

"No thank you, it sounds dull."

The smile quickly became much less enthusiastic. He turned to the rest of the class. "So, the boggart is sitting alone in a dark wardrobe, and does not yet know what will terrify us most. This means that we have two huge advantages over it. Does anyone know what those advantages might be?"

"Is one of them that we know what will terrify us most, Professor?" John asked.

"Wonderful! That's one of them, Mister Watson. Anyone else?"

A Ravenclaw girl with her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail named Molly Hooper raised her hand. "There's so many of us, that it won't know what to turn into."

"Precisely. That is exactly why it's always best to have company when dealing with a boggart. The boggart will become confused, not knowing what to turn into.

"The charm that repels a boggart is simple, you see, but it requires a lot of willpower. What really finishes them off is laughter, so we just have to take our worst fear and find a way to make it laughable.