Distinction: A Potterlock AU

Ch. 3: Drama Queen

A/N: I rly need to sleep I have stuff tomorrow ehhhh whatever no one is even reading these anyway. This chapter is dedicated to @deducingwhilstboldlygoing on IG for the compliments and the excellent advice.

Chapter 3:

After the feast, all the Houses rose to go to their dormitories, John followed the crowd up to a portrait of a rather large woman. "This is the Fat Lady." One of the Prefects said. "The password is umqra." The other chimed in. At the sound of 'umqra' the portrait had swung open and everyone clambered inside. The prefects explained the common room and the dormitories. John climbed the spiral staircase until he found his dormitory at the very top. There was only one other boy in the dormitory with him. It was Greg Lestrade. "Hello." He said. "Hi." John replied. They got into their pajamas and climbed into bed. Greg was asleep in a few minutes, but John stayed awake for awhile, staring out of the window until sleep finally consumed him.
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Sherlock had only gone to breakfast so that he could get his schedule. After receiving it from Professor Flitwick, he went back out into the corridor and waited. It wasn't long before he spotted John heading in to eat. About half an hour later, John exited the main hall. "Watson!" Sherlock called over the mass of first years swarming in and out of the hall. John looked around and spotted a tall, dark-haired figure with the blue and bronze tie of a Ravenclaw. John didn't look any further than that, it had to be him. Sherlock stood out clearly in the crowd. John made his way over to him. John opened his mouth to greet him, but Sherlock cut him off. "We've got Charms with Flitwick, this way." Sherlock set off at a brisk pace and John hurried to catch up. Sherlock turned to see that John was still several paces behind him. "Come on. Hurry up!" He said impatiently. John had to jog to match Sherlock's long strides. It wasn't long before they reached the Charms classroom and had ducked inside. There were a few students there, but most were still wandering around the enormous school. Sherlock started heading towards the back but John stopped him. "No, I want to get good seats." Sherlock sighed dramatically, but allowed John to lead him closer to the front. John made to sit down. "Not the front row." Sherlock hissed. John sighed. "Fine." He moved to the middle row. "Compromise." John sat down and after a moment's hesitation, Sherlock flopped into a chair next to him and pouted. "Don't be such a drama queen." John whispered. Sherlock shot him an icy glare. "Why don't you tell that to your older sister, since she thinks you're a freak." Sherlock snapped. John was astonished, but before he could ask Sherlock how he knew that, Professor Flitwick stepped in front of the class and started to teach. John wasn't listening. How had Sherlock known?