“Mm, still morning, figured you'd want to study at some point though,” he teases, bumping his arm against John's shoulder.
“Said I'd help. Only fair. Suppose that means we're on a schedule.” He straightens his back, taking aim with his wand. The idea of a classroom-soaking schedule is completely ridiculous, of course, but that's not really the point. The point is more that John seems more eager to be here than he is to study, in which Sherlock takes a great deal of satisfaction. It proves him right, after all, doesn't it?
It's also... well, just nice in general. Nice in ways not worth addressing; Sherlock feels brilliant enough as it is. Much more and he'll probably do something awful.
So no more of that. He frowns faintly and pictures it in his head, this motion of John's arm. Imagine the muscles overlaying his own... and then changes it slightly, moves just a bit differently, tries.
And damned if the bloody thing doesn't lift itself from the floor and turn circles for the space of a second or two before losing its centre and flying off to a far corner. Damned if it isn't starting to work.
“Usually takes longer than that,” he says thoughtfully. It seems they work well together.
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“Mm, still morning, figured you'd want to study at some point though,” he teases, bumping his arm against John's shoulder.
“Said I'd help. Only fair. Suppose that means we're on a schedule.” He straightens his back, taking aim with his wand. The idea of a classroom-soaking schedule is completely ridiculous, of course, but that's not really the point. The point is more that John seems more eager to be here than he is to study, in which Sherlock takes a great deal of satisfaction. It proves him right, after all, doesn't it?
It's also... well, just nice in general. Nice in ways not worth addressing; Sherlock feels brilliant enough as it is. Much more and he'll probably do something awful.
So no more of that. He frowns faintly and pictures it in his head, this motion of John's arm. Imagine the muscles overlaying his own... and then changes it slightly, moves just a bit differently, tries.
And damned if the bloody thing doesn't lift itself from the floor and turn circles for the space of a second or two before losing its centre and flying off to a far corner. Damned if it isn't starting to work.
“Usually takes longer than that,” he says thoughtfully. It seems they work well together.