Let Us All Make History

The Whole Castle Can't Fit Your Ego

            The next morning Molly woke up early and decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful morning, after all, and there was still an hour before anyone had to wake up. The sun was just peaking over the horizon and she couldn't get back to sleep as hard as she tried, and so Molly got up and dressed quickly, grabbing her wand from the bedside table and putting her hair up into a haphazard pony tail. The night had been a curious one, for she had horrible dreams of Sherlock dying in different ways, and she would wake up in a cold sweat before realizing that those dreams would be a reality in the near future. That thought didn't give her much hope, however, and so for a while she would just sit and stare into the darkness nervously, wondering when it was going to creep and devour one of her best friends. When Molly walked the length of the carriage, however, she found that she wasn't alone in her morning excursions. From the window she could see Sherlock standing out by the lake, his figure easily recognizable even in the semidarkness through his curly hair and thin little figure, seemingly skipping stones by the water's edge. That was part of the reason she had torn herself out of bed, she had a feeling that she wasn't the only one that couldn't sleep. And so Molly headed out the door to where she saw Sherlock brooding, her feet scuffing against the dew on the morning grass as the soft pink light began to erupt from the horizon. The castle sat snuggly above them, looking warm and inviting all the while Molly drew nearer to the clear Black Lake, morning dew already clinging to the surface while geese floated lazily by. The glassy surface was only disrupted when Sherlock threw stones, skipping them about three times across the surface before they disappeared under the surface. He would just summon them back to his hand, and so he threw the same rock several times before he realized he had company.
"I didn't expect you to be up this early." Sherlock mumbled as Molly approached. She just shrugged, giving a great yawn and standing a little bit behind Sherlock so as to give him plenty of space for throwing. However as soon as Molly appeared Sherlock didn't seem to interested in passing the time, and so he just threw the rock into the water and let it sit there, having no use of it any longer.
"No, neither did I. I couldn't sleep." Molly admitted finally.
"Me neither, of course I couldn't sleep." Sherlock growled, shaking his head miserably and staring into the lake as if expecting it to stare back.
"I know you're scared, but Sherlock there really is no reason to be. You'll do fine, you always did. This is no different than the final exams, or that time Victor dared you to try out for the quidditch team. You make it through, you're good at that." Molly assured quietly. Sherlock nodded, for maybe he wanted to believe that, however Molly knew that he would have a counter argument.
"This isn't anything like that. Those were grades, sports... Molly this is my life. I could die." Sherlock said quietly.
"You won't, they won't let you!" Molly insisted, stepping forward and touching his shoulder in a comforting sort of way. Sherlock sighed heavily, pressing his hand against hers and leaning into her touch, almost as if he wanted a hug and was too afraid to ask.
"Victor's mad at me, I knew he would be. We got in a fight last night." Sherlock said quietly.
"What happened?" Molly asked, for she had thought that was imminent but she didn't really want to know about it. Victor was a catastrophic person, even more childish when it came to not getting his way than Mary was, and Molly had known that trapping him in the same room with Sherlock probably wasn't a good idea.
"He wanted to be champion and he's being all touchy, saying that I shouldn't be moping around while there are people who would kill to be in my shoes. I told him that he could certainly kill me, and by the end of the fight he seemed perfectly willing to. In the end I just jinxed him, and I'm still not sure if he'll be able to get to breakfast without the counter curse." Sherlock admitted with a guilty smile. Molly just laughed, shaking her head in disbelief at the way boys solved problems. But that was a good sign, maybe, if Sherlock could hold his own against Victor then maybe he could hold his own in the arena?
"What jinx?" Molly wondered.
"Full body bind, just so that he didn't kill me in my sleep." Sherlock admitted with a giggle.
"I'm sure he's not that stealthy. He'll kill you when you're awake now, if you're still yet to unbind him." Molly pointed out, to which Sherlock just shrugged guiltily. Together they just giggled, for the idea of Victor lying miserable and frozen was somewhat relieving. He was indeed acting horribly, and so maybe that was what he deserved.
"Out of the two of you I'm glad it was you. Victor might be more equipped for the tasks but you won't let it get to your head. I'm quite sure he would have strutted about, thinking he's some sort of champion." Molly muttered in a rather disgusted sort of voice.
"No you're right, of course you are. I just wish it was Mary, as much as I hate her...well at least it would be fun to watch! I can't even do that now. I never should've come on this stupid trip." Sherlock groaned, shaking his head miserably before sitting down heavily on a rock once more. Molly stayed where she was, for the rocks looked damp with morning dew and she wasn't in the mood to get wet.
"Yes but you did, and so we all have to deal with that. It might be fun Sherlock, you never know." Molly suggested with a shrug.
"Fun?" Sherlock asked with a sarcastic laugh.
"Yes it might be! I mean running around and fighting off creatures sounds like fun to me, competing in a big game sounds nice, I mean what's not to love?" Molly wondered with sort of forceful optimism, for now that she considered the definition of fun she really couldn't find an aspect that properly fit their situation.
"You never fail to find the best in things...but you've missed your mark here. It's because there is no best in this, there's nothing." Sherlock groaned, shaking his head mournfully all while Molly tried to think of anything she could say that might change his mood.
"How about this, you'll see John Watson more frequently?" Molly suggested with a little smile. This got Sherlock's attention, at least it did enough to help him raise his head just a little bit from where he stood with it slouched and miserable.
"Well that is a good thing, I guess. He was with me last night, trying to cheer me up." Sherlock admitted.
"You like him, don't you? As in, like like?" Molly clarified. Sherlock just shrugged, wearing something of a guilty smile as if this was beginning to get a bit personal.
"I do, but like...this time it's for the right reasons. All my other crushes were because they were cute, which John is of course, he's very cute. It's just that he's also nice to me, he talks to me, he smiles at me, he doesn't seem to hate me which is really an aspect that I appreciate." Sherlock admitted with a little laugh. Molly nodded in agreement, for that was usually a good trait.
"I think he'd be good for you, I'm just worried that he's straight. He seems it." Molly admitted with a bit of a frown. Sherlock sighed heavily, nodding his head as if he had observed that as well.
"Yes well I can try to change that. And if not, well it's not been my first loss." Sherlock shrugged, looking a bit down even as he tried to look on the bright side. For all the guy hunting Sherlock had done he had never actually had a boyfriend, not even a first kiss! Well neither had Molly, but that was purely because she was on babysitting duty, it wouldn't be too hard to find a boy once she actually set her mind to it.
"I want you to be happy Sherlock, and I think you'll be happy with him. There's a dance attached to these tournaments, isn't there? Maybe you should ask him to that?" Molly suggested with a small sort of smile, to which Sherlock just shook his head with a laugh.
"Ya, that would be a good way to end whatever friendship we've got going here. I don't think he's smart enough to realize that I'm gay, it might scare him off." Sherlock insisted, to which Molly just nodded in agreement.
"Yes, maybe you're right." She agreed quietly. Sherlock nodded glumly, looking towards the lake before looking up at Molly with a sort of teasing smile once more.
"What about you and Greg? I saw you guys talking the other day in Defense Against the Dark Arts, might there be something blossoming there?" Sherlock wondered in that teasing voice he used when he was interrogating Molly about her romantic life. He was supportive of course, he always had been, and even better he understood the struggles of teenage romance. The only negative was that he had it so much more difficult, for most boys were looking for a girl, not a guy, and so Molly's life always looked like such a walk in the park when compared to his.
"Oh I don't know, he's nice as well, it's just so fast you know? I'm not sure I'm ready for a relationship." Molly admitted with a shrug, crossing her arms to fight off the chill that had gotten caught in the fall wind.
"That's just girl talk for saying that you're too scared." Sherlock observed.
"Well yes, maybe I am. I've never had a boyfriend before, and Greg seems so...ambitious." Molly admitted with a little frown. Sherlock nodded, for even he couldn't ignore that trait in Greg; however there were so many other good factors that ambitious hardly seemed like a problem. In all honesty Greg might be a good first boyfriend, and yet Molly wasn't going to act on that whim until she was absolutely sure. It was, after all, a very delicate situation. The two of them just sat on the rocks and skipped some more stones until finally the Beauxbatons carriage seemed to come to life. Victor was the first one out, looking very lonely as he dashed over to the lake so as to say hello. Someone must have performed the counter curse, for Sherlock had mentioned that poor Victor was in a body bind the entire night.The rest of the girls followed, trailing after Madam Maxine like ducklings as they all made their way up to the castle. Molly noticed Janine giving her a thumbs up, as if encouraging her seclusion with Sherlock, however the very idea of such a relationship was just so ludicrous it was almost sad. Janine must be really; really oblivious if she thought Molly would ever be with Sherlock in a romantic way. Victor finally arrived at the lake's edge before remembering that he was supposed to be mad at Sherlock. Sherlock stiffened as well, holding his skipping stone in his hand as if he was tempted to throw it at Victor's head. Instead he thankfully restrained, and the boys just stared at each other rather angrily as if they were thinking of a nice string of words they would like to throw.
"So why are you two hormonal again?" Molly asked immediately, getting to her feet and looking between the two boys in exasperation. They were being childish and obviously they knew that, and yet Sherlock refused to say anything and Victor was just glaring at him. There was hostilities because of the tournament, of course, and yet surely Victor understood that Sherlock didn't want to be chosen? There really was no reason to be angry! And yet of course boys just got defensive, they got hostile when they weren't the best, and so that was a superb reason Molly was the only clear headed one when it came to challenges like tests and picking up boys. She never got upset when she lost, however that still left at least one boy that didn't get exactly what he wanted, and so there was always so much fighting! Honestly they say girls are bad, but gay boys might be even worse.
"Because he's unreasonable." Sherlock snapped.
"And he's ungrateful!" Victor spat back, seemingly still fired up from last night even.
"Ungrateful, what have I got to be grateful for? I'm going to get killed in front of the entire student body; three schools all together get to laugh at me!" Sherlock insisted.
"But you're one of three in the school, you're apparently the best choice in our school, doesn't that mean anything to you?" Victor yelled, gesturing wildly and almost smacking Molly in the face.
"No of course it doesn't! I already know I'm the best in the school, I don't need some Goblet..."
"Oh that's it, flipendo!" Victor shouted, having unearthed his wand from the pockets of his robes. Sherlock, however, was just as fast...
"Protego!" Sherlock cried, and immediately a shield was cast, bouncing the curse off so that it hit Victor square in the chest. So now, instead of Sherlock falling into the lake, Victor was swept off of his feet and went flying into the grass. Instead of jumping to his feet, like Molly expected he would, Victor just lay there miserably. For a moment she thought he was dead, and so did Sherlock evidently, because he gave a great "Ha!" as if that was really something to be proud of. She was half worried about him; however the other half was telling her obviously that Victor deserved what he got. He should know better than to attack a friend, especially when that friend was handy with a wand.
"Oh come on, both of you! I'm hungry." Molly insisted, grabbing Sherlock by the shoulder and pushing him up towards the castle while she went over to make sure Victor was alright. It was the first morning after the champion selection, and so it was no surprise when Sherlock's entrance turned some heads. It mostly drew in the Beauxbatons girls, all who stared over at him with the cruelest looks possible, however some of the Hogwarts students (the younger ones, presumably) looked awfully excited. It was mostly girls who shook the shoulder of their friends to bring their attention to Sherlock's entrance; however some of the boys were looking over in admiration, as if they wish they could be just like him. It was ridiculous, really, for Sherlock looked as if he wanted to die, however that didn't stop them from staring. Victor slouched behind the group, still picking out grass form his hair and looking miserable.