obliviate // potterlock

c h a p t e r 9

The three broomsticks is as busy as ever. Laughter and chatter fills the room, predictions of who will win the next Quidditch game, and younger students begging the older students to order butterbeers for them. The professors that came on the trip seem unbothered by all of the commotion, sitting around the central table and discussing whatever professors discuss outside of school. Probably talking smack about all of the students.

"Professor Magnussen is probably laughing at my potions exam results." John mumbles angrily, spinning his empty glass of butterbeer on the table. Greg laughs at his attitude, sipping some more of his own drink.

"I doubt he's laughing about you in particular, although you are rather infamous for failing potions exams. Actually, I take it back, he probably is bitching about you." Greg jokes, earning a smack on the head from his Gryffindor friend.

"I'm sure when you get it back tomorrow it'll be fine." Molly states softly,  causing John's demeanour to relax a little. Molly always knows how to keep everyone calm - maybe it's her soft voice or her auror in general, but it's something John's angry side desperately needs, and Greg and Sherlock are absolutely thankful for it. Sherlock can't imagine what havoc John would've gotten up to if Molly wasn't apart of their friend group!

"Sherly will pass with flying colours no doubt." Greg states, a smirk rising to his lips when Sherlock rolls his eyes at the nickname. John and Molly stare at the pair in confusion.

"Sherly?" John asks, a small giggle in his throat.

"Don't even ask." Sherlock mumbles, folding his arms across his chest and sliding down his seat.

"Sherly and I have entered a bet. Whoever uses the others proper name first loses."

"Gavin is obviously going to lose." Sherlock states, laughing softly at the shocked reaction Greg pulls at the new nickname.

"Gavin? That's new."

"I never said I was going to stick with the one."

"I bet Sherlock will win." John states, causing Greg to stare at his teammate in betrayal.

"Hey! I'll win this one just you watch! I can do this guys." Greg complains, causing his friends to erupt into laughter. It's a known fact that whenever Greg enters a bet against Sherlock, Sherlock will win, no questions asked. The squads laughter dies down after a while, and Molly taps Sherlock on the shoulder and shoots him a knowing glance. Sherlock clear his throat.

"So guys I've found something about Carl." Sherlock starts, causing the rest of his friends to lean in and look serious. "I spoke with Anderson and Donavon and they said that he was asleep when he was taken."

"But that means the person who did this to him was.. in your room." John whispers, a small gasp leaving his mouth. Sherlocks friends stare at him with worried eyes. The ravenclaw knows that his friends still believe it was a muggleborn attack, but no evidence points to that so Sherlock can't accept that as the truth.

"I know, which begs the question of how come I didn't wake up?" Sherlock replies in a whisper. His friends stare at him with confused glances.

"You were asleep." Greg states blankly, which causes Sherlock to roll his eyes. Greg will never become an auror at this rate.

"I'm an extremely light sleeper. If someone were to enter our room, I would know."

"So what does that mean?" Molly asks curiously, pushing her hair behind her ear. Sherlock sighs and leans away from the centre of the table. His friends do the same.

"I don't know." Sherlock runs his hand down his face. He hates not knowing. He gets frustrated and angry and the need for this to be solved is constantly biting at him. Molly watches Sherlocks actions sadly, knowing that Sherlock is struggling to handle the nagging feeling to solve the case.