Let Us All Make History

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"I cannot believe that you refuse to talk to him." Molly said pointedly, slouching over with her arms crossed while Sherlock sat on the floor next to his bed. He was tired, however he had showered and cleaned up alright, donning his blue school robes instead of his pajamas as if he still thought he had somewhere to go or someone to see.
"I'm not refusing anything; I'm just not initiating anything. I'm sure that now that he realizes there's nothing he can do to deny it he'll just admit it straight away, and yet we need to be patient. He'll come, eventually." Sherlock assured, not even sounding very sure of himself as he spoke. Victor lay across his bed miserably, having just been yelled at for about fifteen minutes by Sherlock and Molly, both of who could've lost their lives because of his ignorance. If he hadn't put that stupid love potion in his water then none of this would've happened, however his only saving grace was that his blunder had been the thing to finally bring John's true feelings to light. Molly was angry with him of course, and yet that simple fact was enough to prevent her from becoming extremely angry. There was a difference.
"I think you should take initiative now, while it's all still fresh in his mind. He's probably going over it right now, sitting in his bed and regretting every move he's made for the past couple of months..." Victor presumed.
"Regretting denying me, or talking to me?" Sherlock wondered in a snap, to which Victor just smiled a bit sarcastically, as if that really was the mystery.
"I've got to suspect there's a little bit of both." Victor admitted with a grin. Sherlock just groaned, all while Molly had no choice but to nod in agreement. Usually a boy's way of coping with things was regretting they even happened, for they often had some sort of superiority complex with even time itself, feeling as though they could out do it if they just willed themselves to forget. It was a terrible strategy, and Molly knew only too much about it from hanging around Sherlock and Victor for seven years of her life.
"I'm sure he'll show up, he has no reason not to. Now that everyone knows there's no use in denying yourself what you really want, right? And obviously that's me, so I'm sure he'll be around." Sherlock admitted.
"So who's winning the tournament now, do you know?" Molly wondered after a rather uncomfortable silence between the lot of them. No one seemed too interested on the topic of John Watson, for Victor still seemed to hate him and Molly was still rather unsure of what John's next move would be. It would be much easier for them to just change the topic all together, so as to avoid any questions that were still yet to be answered.
"No one's told me anything, and I didn't think it necessary to ask." Sherlock shrugged.
"If you ask me, you should've won that thing. I saw it, well most of it, through the binoculars they gave us all. What you did up there was amazing, if not virtually impossible." Victor insisted with a determined nod of his head. Sherlock smiled a bit humbly, however it was all he could do but nod in appreciation.
"I thought it was rather impossible while I was up there, risking my life to make sure someone here didn't lose theirs." Sherlock mocked, looking over at Molly who just smiled at him in an almost threatening sort of way.
"I'm not even sure what happened, I woke up in a mess with all you guys, I've got to say I had quite a good nap though." Molly admitted with a grin. Sherlock nodded, starting to open his mouth when a knock at the door interrupted them all. Sherlock jumped to his feet immediately, fixing his hair while pulling open the bedroom door so as to see who would be bothering them at this hour. Well of course it could only be one person, and Sherlock obviously realized that for he was still fixing his curls all while one of the girls announced that he had a visitor.
"I told you he would come." Sherlock said with a grin, thanking the Beauxbatons girl as she fled off to her room to tell her friends what had happened. Sherlock's soon to be relationship with John was quite the talk of the town, in fact Molly was sure it would have the whole of the UK buzzing tomorrow when Rita Skeeter published her article. Mary was distraught over the whole thing, however it would seem as most of the girls down the hall were excited to see two of their champions begin on such a daring and romantic relationship.
"Be careful Sherlock, be good." Molly pleaded, to which Sherlock nodded.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Victor advised with a little smile, to which Sherlock just paused, looking at the boy in a mocking sort of way.
"I'm sorry, is there something you wouldn't do?" Sherlock wondered, to which Victor laughed once more, almost as if Sherlock had caught him in the trap that he had laid for himself.
"Anything with a woman." Victor decided with a shrug.
"Ah, then I will follow your instructions carefully. I'm sure nothing of the sort will happen tonight." Sherlock assured confidently, to which Molly scowled and Victor grinned.
"Sherlock don't do anything I wouldn't do, how about that?" Molly advised.
"I think that would lead to a very boring evening indeed. Goodnight to you both." Sherlock said, bowing his head in mocking respect before starting out the door with a snap.
"Ten sickles says he comes back tomorrow morning." Victor decided, to which Molly just gasped, making to slap Victor in the arm before realizing that he sat on the other side of the room. She was disgusted and yet she wasn't stupid enough to place any money on Sherlock's self-control.
"No deal." She growled, to which Victor clapped his hands in excitement, as if already waiting for the stories that would arrive deliriously on his doorstep tomorrow morning.