Potter!Lock - It's magical.

Sherlock was nervous. He did not want to admit it, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was trembling. He, among all the other potential first years, was waiting on the stairs for Professor McGonagall to return. All the other first-years were shuffling and babbling and Sherlock thought it was all very annoying. He frowned. He'd like to think. He'd like to think about all the new experiences he just had gained.

First of all, the giant. Or, the half-giant to be precise. Sherlock had thought he was part giant, since the moment he saw him. He had said that his name was Hagrid. Not a typical giant name. While the party walked to the boats, Sherlock had caught up with the half-giant and he'd asked him: "Which one of your parents is a giant?". The man looked down on him and had patted Sherlock on the head. "Ye ar' a clever boy, ye ar'" He had said. Sherlock had tried to shook the other man's hand off, but his hand was so heavy, he had not succeeded. Hagrid had leaned down to face Sherlock. "But don't ye trouble tellin' anyone, d'ya?" Hagrid had spoken in a low voice. Sherlock had nodded unsure. His question was still unanswered, but he'd trouble to know later. Somehow, he began to trust the half-giant. Something in is voice was purely friendly and helpful.
On their way to the castle, Sherlock got in a boat with a blond, small boy with a dinky face, a boy who was talking very loud with the boy next to him and a quieter boy with black, short hair, who was eyeing him all the time, while talking to the boy with the brown hair. Sherlock did not like this boy. Something in his air made him shiver. But he was not sure what it was. He thought it was quite interesting though. Not many boys of his age were interesting to him. Most of them only were interested in quidditch and spells that make your bogies run dry. Regardless of the origin of the uncomfortable feeling, he would find out.

A tall, rather severe-looking woman had welcomed them to the castle. She was wearing a green wizard-hat, which covered most of her black hair, tied into a tight bun. She had greeted them with great formality and had accompanied them to the stairs where they were standing right now. Sherlock thought she was a tough woman, which showed though the amount of smiles she gave. She was a powerful witch too. She did not blink very often. She was alert, but not evil-hearted. She did look confident.

The blond boy and Sherlock still stood next to each other. The boy was small, but not fat or chubby in any way. It was difficult to tell how his muscles were developed through the thick robes he wore. The boy did not look like someone to challenge him. His face was dinky and without any ill-intentions. His blonde hair was cropped short. The blonde noticed Sherlock watching him and looked back. Sherlock briefly made eye-contact, before turning his eyes away. Unfortunately, he looked in the way of the quieter boy with black hair. Sherlock could observe him better in the candle light, but his vision was still not optimal. The boy was small of stature, like the blonde on the right of Sherlock. The boy had messy black hair and a vulgar grin on his face. The boy was still eyeing him. Sherlock did not want to show any emotion. Sherlock eyed to the right of him, where the blonde boy was still looking at him.

'Ermm... hi' the other boy said, showing his open hand for Sherlock to shake. The boy's eyes were blue and looked him right into his eyes. Sherlock got an honest impression of him, so he grabbed the other's hand and swallowed.
"Hi. My name is Sherlock Holmes."

Jim Moriarty was not the most talkative boy of his age, and this is exactly how he liked it. The children that were running around and chatting happily were an annoyance to him; he wished that they would all go away. Talking was only necessary when one had something to say, and he certainly didn't consider most of the things he was overhearing to be worth hearing.

It was his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he had been overjoyed at learning magic until he had discovered that he would haveto leave home and be among 'children his own age', as his Mother put it. It was true that he spent far too much time alone, but he would rather spend his time alone than with the ignorant children he unfortunately knew.

He had passed through the crowd at Kings Cross virtually unnoticed, and hadn't expected to meet anyone worth noticing either. He had seated himself next to a taller brown haired boy on the train, who he found much more tolerable than the rest. He introduced himself as Sebastian, and he took a liking to him immediately; something which he had never done before. The boy was not as quiet mannered as Jim and did most of the talking, but Jim found his voice and way of speaking soothing.

Once off the train, the crowd of first years had headed to the boats, where Jim noticed a rather tall black haired boy walking side-by-side with a giant of a man; not only in height but in weight as well. To most the giant would be intimidating, but the boy looked neither afraid nor nervous to be next to him. The boy himself was odd; he was very pale and thin, and his jet black curly hair looked even blacker against his skin. They continued to the boats, where he was seated next to Sebastian, and across from the curly-haired boy from before. There was also a blonde haired boy in the boat, but Jim didn't find him that interesting. He stared intently at the black haired boy, studying his features and mannerisms intently. He wasn't sure what it was about this boy that made him so interesting to Jim, but he made a mental note to seek out the boy later on.

They had been gathered by an older, slightly angry looking witch that had welcomed them to the castle. She led them all up several flights of stairs before leaving them in an open hall, with a giant wooden door in front of them. Noisy chattering could be heard from inside, and Jim figured this was where all of the other students had gone. He strained his neck and looked around the crowd, and finally caught sight of the tall curly-haired boy. Grabbing Sebastians arm roughly, he pushed through students to get close to where the boy was standing. He grinned at the boy, and continued to stare at him, waiting for something to happen. The boy was stone-faced, and seemed to disregard him immediately as he turned to the short blonde boy next to him. Jim clenched his jaw. He was not going to be ignored.

((Long posts are long XD ))

John was a bit uncomfortable. All the kids his age going into their first year at Hogwarts were all packed in to a hall. As he looked, he saw a boy with a toad. Even John, a muggleborn, knew that frogs weren't considered cool. He looked the other way, and a tall, pale, boy with hair so black, the effect against his pale skin was almost startling. He didn't quite know why, but something about the pale boy grabbed his attention. Realizing he was staring, he blushed and moved his gaze upwards, to the man behind the boy. He was tall. Maybe even a half giant. With a long scruffy beard and unkempt hair, he looked a little frightening. But John wasn't scared. The tall man had kind eyes, and smiled at John when he caught his eye. Be looked back at the boy and said hi."nice to meet you Sherlock, my name's John. Where you from? Sorry if I'm a little straightforward, I just know anyone, and I want to at least be able to say hi to someone in the halls." Replied John, glad he finally had someone to speak to.

((Was that ok? Did I add enough detail? How can I improve?))

((Wow, I just sounded really needy... Btw, I like this, its going well, and what did you mean when you said you would kidnap Seb???))

((You're fine!! Haha don't worry And don't worry about Seb ))

((*sigh of relief* good..... Have you seen amazing grace? Bc plays as William Pitt the Younger... Youngest Prime Minister in England I think......))

((I have not..hmm..I'll haveto check it out. Always up for something with BC in it ))

((Its good. Its kind of sad though.))
((But not too sad....))
((Not anything to cry over...))
((Well, at least, I didn't.))

((Alright, I'll haveto check it out! Thanks!))
((We won't be able to write anything more until our Sherlock returns, so do you want to talk in the chat box so that we don't fill up the page?))

(Sure))

Sherlock gave John a little smile. His nerves calmed down. There was no need to be nervous if almost everyone was.

"Nice meeting you too, John. Do you have a surname?" Sherlock joked a little detatched. "Don't worry about being straightforward. I am Sherlock Holmes, from the Holmes-family in Cambridge. I have an older brother, Mycroft who's in his last year here." His face turned a bit grim and thought about what he had avoided on his way to Hogwarts.

His older brother, Mycroft, was a Slytherin. In the Holmes family were several Slytherins, but the Holmes family were regarded as a noble family. They did not act arrogant because of their 'pure blood', but they were misunderstood so, because the Holmes' family did not trust strangers easily. Sherlock feared for the sorting. He did not want to become a Slytherin, because of Mycroft's influence. He'd stand in Mycrofts shadow if he would be sorted in Slytherin. And something about Slytherin made Sherlock feel uncomfortable.

Sherlock knew he came across as arrogant and did not try to conceal it. He did not trust people easily and he did not want to become very friendly with people, when they were to be sorted in another house.

This train of thought was disturbed by the boy with the black hair.

((thanks for waiting!))

Jim approached the boy with the curly black hair, bumping shoulders with the smaller blonde boy as he passed. He ignored him; he wasn't the one that he was interested in. Why he was so interested...he couldn't say.

He held out his hand, and drew his lips into what he hoped was an inviting smile. "James Moriarty."

((No problem!!! Sorry, this is a suuuper short post))

Sebastian wasn't so sure what Hogwarts would be like but it was fairly impressive when he saw it. The train ride hadn't been so bad, he'd sat next to some other boy called Jim who, by the looks of it was quiet since he hadn't talked much. Sebastian had done most of the talking.

Inside the castle was huge, the Great Hall was full of older years all staring round at him and the other children, waiting to be sorted. Sebastian felt quite uncomfortable being stared at and stayed close to Jim, glancing up at the ceiling to see floating candles. It was fascinating.

Sebastian had no older brothers or sisters here so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. It didn't bother him to think of what house he would be sorted into as long as he liked it and the people there.

"Wow... I'll never find my way around in here." he whispered to Jim, but he was concentrating on something else and probably hadn't heard him. Sebastian followed Jim's gaze to a curly haired boy and a shorter blond one beside him. He had started to stare as well, wondering what was so fascinating about them and watched as Jim walked over to them, staying where he was.

((Finally found it xD Already enjoying myself. Sebastian's going to be quite shy, for now anyway. Although he has anger issues. xD))

Sherlock inhaled silently and narrowed his eyes. The voice of the other boy was smooth and assuring, but had a little edge. After thinking for a moment, he shook James' hand and introduced himself. "Sherlock Holmes." This could become interesting. "And this is John." He pulled John next to him. "Moriarty? You are from Ireland, aren't you?"

Professor McGonagall finally returned and stated that the Great Hall was ready for them. The whole nervous lot stumbled inside. They had to walk side by side in rows of two. Sherlock was positioned next to John. That made him feel terribly tall and stared at. The first-years mumbled about the ceiling and gave little cries about the hat. Sherlock rolled with his eyes. Of course he read about the sorting. And of course Mycroft told him about it. He felt John pulling his sleeve and saw his questioning eyes. "A hat" Sherlock whispered. "for the sorting." Well, as if that explained it to John. At his left, he saw the long table covered in green and silver. He saw Mycroft sitting between his friends and gave him a little nod. He received one too.

They stopped before long table on the shallow stairs. In the middle of the stairs, there lay a dingy, brown hat on top of a high stool. Professor Dumbledore stood up and gave a speech. When he finished, McGonagall let a scroll of parchment appear and rolled it open. The sorting could begin.



(( YAY we've got two badasses over here! But... ehm... we are not in the Great Hall yet haha))
((So, I guess the sorting queue is as follows: Holmes - Moran - Moriarty - Watson, unless there are others who like to join now...))

((Oops, my apologies xD ))

"Ireland, yes..and you are from England?" He once again ignored John, only glancing over at him once when Sherlock introduced him.
Jim could very much feel the hostility between them in the air, and it was electrifying. Sherlock's bright blue eyes pierced his own, and his stone-like face refused to show any emotion to Jim.

In a sudden boyish want to also show off, he pulled Sebastian over to them, making the poor boy hiss in pain from Jim's tight grasp.
"This is Sebastian." He looked at Sebastian quickly before looking back at Sherlock. He paused for a moment before speaking.
"What house do you want to be in?" Jim hadn't thought a lot about it himself, but he wanted to keep the conversation going, and the question seemed appropriate enough.

Sebastian stood awkwardly beside Jim and mumbled a small "Hello," before casting his eyes back to the ground. He didn't really like the look of the curly haired boy, he seemed strange. He looked very serious and no emotions flicked across his face at all. The shorter blonde boy beside him looked friendly enough but he couldn't be sure.

Sebastian rubbed his sore arm, but said nothing. The hat at the very front had caught his attention and he stared at it, waiting for something to happen. He didn't know why a hat was there in the first place. It was all a bit weird to him.

Ha. Sherlock had been right. "Hi, Sebastian. Yes, England it is." Did Moriarty just guess or did he notice like hinself? This boy intrigued Sherlock. He wanted to get to know him better, but something about James made him feel uncomfortable.

"I do not prefer house. If my talents are acknowledged in my house and if the students aren't too dull, I'll be happy in any house." he spoke fast. "Although my older brother is a Slytherin and we have several Slytherins in the family, you have ground to speculate whether I'll be one too.".
"And you?" he asked James in particular. The house says a lot about the student, he knew.

((writing this from.my mobile phone, so please excuse my spelling.))
((and please don't spam tonight. I curse.the.time diffrence. All day long was the forum quiet end now I have to go to bed, the party begins ))
((I'm sorry if I skipped the time too fast!))
((THIS IS SO MUCH FUN))

"Slytherins eh? There are quite a few Slytherins in my family as well." He paused, quickly looking at the sorting hat and then back to Sherlock.
"I don't know. Not Gryffindor, I hope. I wouldn't fit in with the dull, rule following crowd." He glances quickly at John when he says this, a slight smirk on his face, before looking back at Sherlock.

((You're fine!))
((Aww, indeed curse the time difference. What time is it there, if you don't mind me asking? It's only 4:14 in the afternoon here. ))
((I know!! This IS fun ))

((all.the full stops and this keyboard is jusy too.small! Ggremsbsvsj))
((It's 10.26 pm here, and I have German test tomorrow, so I have to go to bed now... Good night x))

((Goodnight! Good luck on your German test XD ))

((Whoa, scheisse. Wrong account! Oh, and I am not sureof it's am or pm. We just say 'in the afternoon' or 'at night' :p))
((danke! I'll need that x))

John nodded at the boy when Sherlock introduced himself, but was ticked that the boy didn't seem to acknowledge him.
Ah well... Not all people are well mannered. He thought to himself.
They walked up the center row of four tables, and Professor Dumbledore talked for a little bit. Then it was time... Professor McGonagall brought out the Sorting Hat, and so it began. He heard Sherlock and the other boy talking about having Slytherin in the family, and John began to wander what house he would be in... Slytherin? He hoped not. Hufflepuff? Well, maybe. Ravenclaw? Not really. Gryfindor.......... yes, he hoped he would be in Gryfindor. But what about Sherlock?I want to be in the same house as him! thought John.
(( Jim reminds me of Draco somuch, sometimes I forget I'm reading a Potter!lock.))

((Something random but what do you all think if Seb actually ended up in Hufflepuff? They are very loyal which suits him well. I think it would be interesting to have us all in each different house. Yeah, he's evil but he only changes when he meets Jim xD))

((Ha! I like that idea! But what house is John going to be in? Are we all in different houses or are SH and JW in the same house and one house have no 'main' characters?))

(( Haha....... sebby is in hufflepuff... ))

((John should really be in Gryffindor, he's a soldier! And we could have the classes with other houses because that's what happens xD But you can be in whatever house you want to be in I suppose. Your choice Hehe I'm going to be a shy, little Hufflepuff. We are particularly good finders xD))