Sherlock snorts softly, helplessly, at the overenthusiastic spin of the cup, at the droplets of water flying everywhere.
“Well, if I should ever need to water a lawn, I know who to turn to,” he says, tone mild and amused.
“Might be quite a good spell for that, if nothing else.” Or for pranking their other classmates, Sherlock supposes, were they inclined to do so. Pumpkin juice at supper... actually, the thought is rather amusing. Not enough to be worth doing; Sherlock is many things, but he's not a prankster. It involves more investment in the thoughts and experiences and opinions of others than he's yet been able to muster.
Still. Still, jokes aside, this is progress, and he's clearly pleased, flashing a small smile at John before he gives his own attempt. Decent. Better than nothing. Better than before. Still quite a mess.
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“Well, if I should ever need to water a lawn, I know who to turn to,” he says, tone mild and amused.
“Might be quite a good spell for that, if nothing else.” Or for pranking their other classmates, Sherlock supposes, were they inclined to do so. Pumpkin juice at supper... actually, the thought is rather amusing. Not enough to be worth doing; Sherlock is many things, but he's not a prankster. It involves more investment in the thoughts and experiences and opinions of others than he's yet been able to muster.
Still. Still, jokes aside, this is progress, and he's clearly pleased, flashing a small smile at John before he gives his own attempt. Decent. Better than nothing. Better than before. Still quite a mess.