The Holmes of Hogwarts

8. Knarls

John closed the door of the wing behind him, dreading the next classes because he would have to confront Greg. The two of them had fights but this time was different. It wasn't among themselves they were fighting. They were fighting on teams. Their friendship has always worked as one unit. They both slept side by side in the dormitories, ate on the same table, played on the same Quidditch team and even took the same classes. They were fighting not with each other per se, but where they stood. Holmes or Holmes.

John kept his head down while he sauntered down the corridors to Transfigurations. His eyes trained on his feet, trying not to trip from exhaustion. He heard loud voices coming from the class as he approached it. Which was typical because Gryffindors were always a bit routy. He stepped through the door and everything became silent, eerily silent. He looked up to see all eyes fixed on him, his heart in his throat. No one said anything but he just looked around feeling confused. John looked over to Greg who was sitting with Sebastian. He walked to an empty desk while everyone else around was whispering.

"Hey John..."

John looked up to see Sebastian walking over to him. Sebastian kicked the chair out and he sat down.

"Hey Seb what's going on?" John put his rucksack on the table and ran his fingers through his hair trying to act casual. It's not that John was friends with Sebastian, he just put up with him since they were on the same Quidditch team. Bully or not, he didn't want to get on Sebastian's bad side.

"What's going on with me?" Sebastian smirked, averting his eyes. He laughed and shook his head looking back at John. "I should be asking you that question Watson." Sebastian put his feet on the table.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why is everyone staring at me?" John whispered to him. Sebastian leaned back to look at him and furrowed his brows and gave a slow chuckle.

"You serious?" Sebastian cocked a brow at him.

"Yes?"

"Was that not you who just blew their top in the Hall during breakfast?" Sebastian pretended to look at his invisible watch. "About 25 minutes ago?"

"Is that why they're staring?" John looked around anxiously.

"No. No they are staring because you look hot." Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Everyone heard that?" John's eyes were wide with desperation.

"John deaf wizards could've heard you."

"So you heard... everything?"

"Yeah, even when toy boy Greg got all protective over his prissy fella." Sebastian sneered through his teeth. John fell quiet and looked forward feeling the eyes of the students staring at him. "Anyway, everyone's pretty freaked out by you right now."

"Why?"

"Because you blew up a plate! Why else?"

"Wait." John leaned forward on his chair. "You think I did that?"

"Mr. Moran!" Professor McGonagall said sternly. He looked up to her lazily. "How many times do I have to say this young man, do get your feet off my table." She swatted his shoes with a scroll she was holding and he reluctantly put his feet down and smirked at her.

"Now everyone clear your desks!" She walked up to the front of the class and took out her wand. "Today we'll be turning a Knarl into a pincushion."

John looked to the right, across the class to see Greg glaring at him. John just did an exasperated sigh and looked in front of him to see two small Knarls on the desk. One had rushed over to John and went straight into his chest. John grabbed the hedgehog like creature and put him on a small display they had on the table. He looked over to Sebastian who had already pinned the poor thing down with his wand.