Distinction: A Potterlock AU

Ch. 9: Such a Soldier

Chapter 9:

Sherlock landed on the quidditch pitch and was immediately engulfed by a mob of people wearing blue and bronze. As John landed, he briefly considered trying to congratulate Sherlock, but he quickly realized that it would be pointless to try to talk to him when he was surrounded like that. Even though John was disappointed due to Gryffindor's loss, the Ravenclaws' high spirits were infectious. It had been ages since the Ravenclaw team had won. As the Ravenclaws carried Sherlock back to the castle, shouting and singing the whole way, even John and the other Gryffindor quidditch team members had the urge to run right alongside them and join in the merrymaking; so John did just that. Just about everyone who had attended the quidditch game was running alongside the mob of Ravenclaws, in the highest of spirits, when suddenly they heard Professor McGonagall, the headmistress, shouting. She must have used some spell to make her voice incredibly loud, because her voice rang clear despite the loudness of all the students. "SILENCE!" Everyone was quiet immediately. "Return to your dormitories immediately, prefects lead the way!" Nobody was stupid enough to argue or question what was going on. All the students immedately dispersed and ran to their Houses' common rooms. John was rushing to the Gryffindor common room when he felt someone grab his arm and yank. It was Sherlock. "Come on, John! Hurry!" "Professor McGonagall said to go to our dorms and that's what I'm doing." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Oh you are such a soldier; always following orders. Come on!" "It could be something dangerous!" John protested. "John, one of the students was murdered. If we don't leave now, we'll never get a look at the body." Sherlock said quietly. "Furthermore, I am going whether you come with me or not, so if you'd like to keep me out of as much trouble as possible, it is only in your best interests to come with me." Sherlock released his arm and strode off back towards the Great Hall. "Dammit." John muttered, before setting off after Sherlock.