Distinction: A Potterlock AU

Ch. 6: I'm Good At Everything.

A/N: No one (except maybe good old J.K. herself) knows who the D.A.D.A. professor is after the battle of Hogwarts, so I'm just going to invent one, and they're going to be extremely dull much like Professor Binns.

Chapter 6:

After Herbology was over, John made his way back to the castle where he found Sherlock waiting for him. "What are you doing here?" He asked him. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "You really should read your entire schedule. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts with the new professor, Professor Carter, next. "And you really should learn a little thing called humility." John muttered under his breath. "What?" Sherlock asked. "Nothing." John replied hastily. Sherlock stared at him for a moment before setting off down the hall briskly, John jogging along side him. "Greg Lestrade, the boy who's in my dorm, explained to me about quidditch in Herbology. Are you gonna try out for the House team?" John huffed. Sherlock snorted with disdain. "Waste of my time." "No, come on, quidditch sounds like loads of fun." John protested. "I've tried it. It's dreadfully boring." "Well I'm still going to try out." "Fine." With Sherlock's quick pace, the pair once again reached class unusually early. The two friends sat down in the middle row once again. After a few moments of silence, John snorted. "I know why you won't try out for the House team." John said. "Oh?" Sherlock said uninterestedly. "Do inform me." "You're rubbish at it and you're too arrogant to admit it." John was proud of himself. He had proved the Sherlock Holmes wasn't really all that, after all. He was positive that this was why Sherlock didn't want to try out for the team. According to Lestrade, first years hardly ever make the team, but ever since Harry Potter, a legendary wizard, made the Gryffindor House team when he was a first year, first years kept trying out anyway. Sherlock chuckled. "John, I come from a long line of purebloods with a name to uphold, so Mycroft ensured that I learn, and perfect every important aspect of life as a wizard, which unfortunately includes quidditch. I learned to play quidditch when I was five years old." He explained impatiently. John was adamant. He had to prove that Sherlock was ordinary in some aspects. "Just because you know how to do something doesn't mean you're good at it." John replied stubbornly. Sherlock looked puzzled. "I'm good at everything." He replied. John laughed. "I don't believe that." John said, turning his attention to the front as Professor Carter began the lesson. Sherlock leaned back in his chair, wearing a determined expression. The corner of his mouth twitched. It looked like he would be joining the Ravenclaw House team after all. John glanced at him. "What're you smirking about?" He whispered. "Oh, nothing." Sherlock murmured in reply, his smirk broadening. John was in for a very big surprise.