Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

Chapter three

John:

I gazed across the carriage at Sherlock, who was staring intently out the window. He didn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular.

"Oh, and apparently there's a new kid in our year" he informed, suddenly remembering.

"What? Coming in fifth year? Is that allowed?" I asked, puzzled. I wondered how he'd catch up with anything, and then realised that, unless he was Sherlock, it'd be impossible for him to manage everything and learn years 1-5 in OWL year. Still, it's his own loss.

"Apparently he didn't get his letter until this year because of a minor fall-out with the Ministry of Magic. Molly was telling me about him" Sherlock admitted "according to her, he's 'really nice and such a great guy'. I'm pretty sure she likes him"

Coincidentally, Molly appeared then, opening the carriage door.

"Hey. I was wondering where you were getting to. Come and sit with us" she smiled politely at Sherlock.

"You're sitting with Donovan. And Anderson. To put it simply, I'd rather not" Sherlock replied without a second of thought "I'm perfectly content not being forced into conversation"

"But... Jim! I was telling him about you. He's dying to meet you" she argued.

"Not interested" Sherlock cut in rudely.

"Ugh fine. But you're going to have to stop with this silly separation of you and the rest of the world" Molly resigned "it can't be healthy"

"Get it" Sherlock replied, returning to his post looking out the window. I smiled at her in an apologetic way, and she nodded, before closing the door and leaving.

"You could've handled that better" I told him.

"Well I was trying to decline her offer" Sherlock explained.

"'I'm sorry, Molly, but is rather not sit with Donovan and Anderson'"

I suggested "'and while Jim sounds excellent, I'm perfectly happy with what I've got. I'm sure though, if I give making friends a go, he might be perfectly fantastic, I might save that for back at school. He doesn't want to be overcrowded'"

"When would I ever say something like that?" Sherlock scoffed.

"Yeah that's the point" I muttered to no-one in particular. Sherlock looked at me for a second, a slightly annoyed expression on his face, but then pulled a book out of his bag.

"What are you reading?" I asked, trying to start up conversation again.

"The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" Sherlock replied coolly.

"Have you read it before?" I asked. You could never be too sure.

"Of course I have. I read all these kinds of books in year three" Sherlock responded "still, they're alright. At least they're realistic"

"I cried so much again the end of that book" I confessed. I knew Sherlock wouldn't care, but at least it was keeping conversation going.

"I didn't. While the ending was 'sad' it didn't make me sad. I guess I just figured that it happens"

Awfully philosophical for someone in hear three. "I see" I muttered, not particularly knowing what to say "have you ever cried in a book?"

"Never. I have once. In a movie, but, in my defence, I was six years old and just watched two people kill themselves, so I think I'm allowed to cry" he replied matter-of-factly

"What movie?" I asked, intrigued. What movie would make Sherlock cry?

"That's not important" he muttered, acting a bit embarrassed.

"Oh come on. I won't laugh" I promised.

"I shouldn't have told you" he exclaimed.

"Please?" I tried again.

He sighed. "Fine, but don't laugh" he agreed. I nodded and he continued "I was six, and my brother, not realising I was in the room, turned on Romeo and Juliet.

"It's not even that sad. It's just that I hadn't sen anyone die before, so it was a shock"

I struggled to smother my giggles at the thought of a little tiny Sherlock crying in Romeo and Juliet, of all movies, but I managed to, remembering my promise, and nodded.

"At least you don't have a sister who decided to film your first time watching a scary movie" I muttered.

And he agreed. We spent the rest of the train ride laughing at each other and our multiple movie events, somehow ending up on the subject of jellyfish anatomy.