Hogwarts crossover- fandoms United

Chapter 4

Sherlock walked with John behind a prefect who was leading them to their common room. The ravenclaw one was near the top of the castle and had a secret painting that asked a question to let you go in. The question that the portrait asked was, "What has no beginning, end or middle but can still be measured?" The prefect before them stood up and answered the question.

"A circle, I think. As you can still measure it's area." The portrait swung open, and the children entered the room. It was themed with blue and silver, with checkered curtains covering tall windows. It was a tall room, and the ceiling was high above. There was a staircase that led up the side of the wall with 7 levels, each having 2 doors on its floor. Sherlock presumed that these were the dormitories. The thing that really cauaght his eye was the numerous bookshelves on the walls. The whole room looked like a relaxed library, with armchairs dotted around the room near a roaring fire, with desks and chairs nearer the bookshelves.

"This is the common room. We have silencing charms around each desk, so that people who just want to sit down and chat on the armchairs won't disturb people trying to work. We have a grand collection of some of the oldest books in Brittain. Though it doesn't have as many books as the school library, it does have more necessary books in here. You won't find boooks like 'Rita Skeeter: An autobiography' in here, only necessary books to school work. As you can see, it is split up into year sections, year 1-7 as you all know."

The tall boy then went on to explain where their dormitories were. They were on (suprisingly) the first floor, boys left and girls right. As they went into their rooms, the boys found their suitcases already up their. John found 2 beds nearest the door for both him and Sherlock to have, and began to unpack. Sherlock reluctantly did the same, as he had never really had a shared bedroom. His room tended to have many books and queer contraptions used for experimenets. His walls had always been covered with notes he had made and pinned up, so to have an open area for his room was not boding well with him.

"John. I don't like it." He said calmly. John looked up at him in exasperation. Of corse Sherlock wouldn't like it, he didn't like many things that he didn't create.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" John asked. Sherlock stared back at him, annoyed that he wasn't being more helpful. Walking to the window, he began to examine it, and see wether there was anything behind it. Seeing as there wasn't, he got out his wand, coughing before trying a spell he had picked up in one of the books he had read.

"Reducto!" He said and swished his wand. Immediately, the whold window and much of the wall around it flew backwards into the wind. A howling noise whooshed in and Sherlock had to throw himself backwards as to not lose himself to the gale outside.

"SHERLOCK!"John shouted in frustration. "FIX IT!" Sherlock whipped his wand out and yelled "Repairo!" as the peices of plaster flew back together, blocking up the exit once again. Sherlock smiled at John, and before he could speak, Sherlock said:

"I want my bed over here." It wasn't a questoin, it was an order, and John sighed, knowing that he would get no where unless he let Sherlock have his way. It was at this point that the two boys noticed that the other boys in the room were staring at him. "I experiment a lot." He warned them. They seemed very weary of him now, and Sherlock realised that he would need a better space for him to do experiments in rather than his bed. Deciding to ask about it tomorrow, he realised that it was probably time to go to bed. He levitated his bed over to the window and sat down on it.

"Night!" He said, before closing the curtains and laying down to visit his mind palace.