Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

chapter 20

"You look like you just got laid," Sirius commented as the two sat down.

Sherlock and John looked at each other, and Sirius freaked out.

"No way. You guys are gonna be in so much trouble!" He laughed "James, guess who got laid?"

And then Sirius and James were rambling about them. It was awkward for the pair of them, considering they were sitting right there and the others were talking about them, but they were both distracted. Sherlock was eyeing the Slytherin table, searching the sea of green and silver for James, while John was gazing at the spot where Molly would usually be sitting, but wasn't.

It seemed that a lot of her house had noticed her disappearance, and they eemed to be looking around strangely, and focusing on the same spot John was.

"Molly's gonna be alright, yeah?" John asked.

"She's a fighter. If there's bullshit going on, she won't sit around and take it," Sherlock replied.

"But like... James?" John responded.

"Trying not to think of that, thanks" Sherlock seethed.

"Sorry" John muttered, looking out the window. "Why does James have to do that?"

"What?" Sherlock turned to face him.

"Like, why is he so intent on screwing with your life. Why can't he just leave it be?" John fumed.

"I hate to brag John, but it's because I'm incredibly intelligent," Sherlock teased. "He knows that, and he can't imagine anyone being like that."

"Right yeah," John replied, laughing. "Sherlock I-Have-No-Idea-How-To-Talk-To-People-But-Thank-God-I-Can-Recite-The-Spell-Book Holmes"

"Well I can't quite recite the spell book, John," Sherlock started.

"Yeah sure" John laughed. "I bet you're going to get the highest OWL scores"

"Well you study harder than me" Sherlock defended.

"But you don't need to!" John replied. "I don't know how many O's I need to do what I want to, but it's probably high"

"Oh yeah? You have something in mind?" Sherlock asked. He hadn't really thought about it. He always assumed he'd be some sort of detective.

"Well I kinda wanted to be a doctor," John muttered. "Not like a healer- but like a muggle doctor. Or maybe like Madame Pomfrey. A school nurse"

"Yeah right," Sherlock joked. "You as a school nurse."

"What? At least it's better than a consulting detective!" John teased.

"What's wrong with a consulting detective?" Sherlock defended.

"It's not even a real thing, Sherlock," John told him.

"Exactly. If I make it up, I'm the only one. If I'm the only one, then I get all the business," Sherlock reasoned.

"Either way, Sherlock, if we're going to share a house when we're older, then we both need to earn money to pay rent" John retorted.

"Share a house?" Sherlock repeated, confused. "Was that a thing we were planning on doing?"

John stopped for a second. "Only if you want to," He muttered "I mean like, we don't have to. I expect you have better plans- but..."

"We can share a house. I never really thought about it, truly, but it's the only reasonable thing to do," Sherlock interrupted.

With a whispered 'I love you', they made their way to classes.

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Another filler - yay!

It's okay though coz I've planned the ending - and lemme say - you guys are going to hate me.

No spoilers but like... man.

Anyway, I'll get back on track with the Molly thing next chapter, but here's a chapter for now.