John Watson

Hufflepuff - 7th year - Halfblood - Older Brother

[badgerwatson-blog]

Quidditch Position Applications

Hello, Badgers! I'm so excited to be your Captain this year. We're going to do great, but I need a team to back me up, here! So here are the applications. Every position is open but one Chaser, as that's me. So please apply! Experience isn't necessary, just a willingness to learn and good teamwork! Answer the questions honestly, please, and return them to me. *smiles and posts the applications on the message board*

Name:

Year:

Position Desired:

Secondary Position:

What does team mean to you?

How much time can you commit to practicing?

Any questions, comments, or concerns?

[badgerwatson-blog]

YES!!!

[connieskaro]

No, it isn’t a problem… as long as you accept the fact that you’re inevitably going to lose to Slytherin.

[badgerwatson-blog]

You're hilarious. You think I'll allow myself to lose my last year.

[badgerwatson-blog]

YES!!!

[slytherinadler-blog]

Congratulations, Captain.

[badgerwatson-blog]

Thanks, Irene. You going to try out this year?

[badgerwatson-blog]

YES!!!

[connieskaro]

Someone’s excited.

[badgerwatson-blog]

Well yea! Yea, I am. 

Problem?

[badgerwatson-blog]

YES!!!

[badgerwatson-blog]

I just can't wait for quidditch to actually get started.

[athleticgay-deactivated20160212]

Same. 

[badgerwatson-blog]

*huffs a laugh* How was your summer, Jack? *smiles* Been practicing to lose?

[badgerwatson-blog]

I just can't wait for quidditch to actually get started.

[slytherinadler-blog]

So...

Anyone around here have any good gossip to share?

I’m bored— I could use a story or two.

[badgerwatson-blog]

There aren't a terrible many around to gossip with, Irene. I'm surprised you haven't been bothering any of the Americans yet. 

[tamravenclaw]

I left the States...

[tamravenclaw]

Well, I suppose it’s still better than being back at home for me.

My sister and I were both sorted into Ravenclaw. It’s strange how everyone here gets sorted into houses… You know, different— not necessarily a bad different, just… different.

[badgerwatson-blog]

I know the feeling.

My best friend is in Ravenclaw! And it is a bit different, but you get used to it. It's not horrible. It's a family. Everyone is usually pretty nice. 

[tamravenclaw]

I left the States...

[tamravenclaw]

I’d certainly hope not.

Thanks. I’m Simon— Simon Tam.

[badgerwatson-blog]

It's definitely not. I'm not thrilled about it at all. Not a way to start my last year...

Pleasure to meet you, Simon. So, what House did you end up in? I haven't seen you around so I assume not Hufflepuff.

[tamravenclaw]

I left the States...

Just in time for a breakout from the highest security prison in the country I left to, and to be surrounded by dementors… This must be some sort of cosmic joke.

Can’t say I’m surprised.

[badgerwatson-blog]

Trust me, it's not a normal thing... I can't really believe it's happened.

Welcome to Hogwarts, by the way. I'm John.

[badgerwatson-blog]

I signed up for everything I need to finish to be a Healer. I’m on the right track.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"On the right track doesn’t necessarily mean ‘I’m not going to kill myself with too much to do’."

"Let me know if you need help studying or whatever. Friends don’t let friends get crushed under piles of work."

[badgerwatson-blog]

Thanks, Greg. I think I'll manage, though.

[connieskaro]

Imbroglio || Connie + Sherlock add John

[connieskaro]

Connie was fuming. Each time that Sherlock repeated the statement about her father being a murderer just made her angrier and angrier. She continued glaring at him, even as John told him to shut up and told her not to pay him any attention, her jaw locking in anger. Her father may have murdered a man, but he was still her father, and she couldn’t just sit quietly as Holmes continuously insulted him to her face. Still, there was nothing she could do about it at the present moment— not without getting into a considerable amount of trouble that she wasn’t willing to get into because of Sherlock.

Finally coming to a decision to handle the Sherlock problem later— when there would hopefully be less witnesses to pin anything on her— Connie fixed her gaze on John. “Next time, keep your dog on a tighter leash, Watson,” she replied coldly, looking back at Sherlock and directing her next words to him, “This isn’t over.” Without giving them enough time to respond, and therefore make her angrier, she quickly forced herself to stalk away, still furious, and plotting how best to get back at him.

[heartlessholmes-deactivated2013]

Sherlock stared at John with an expression of disbelief as he reprimanded him, and then turned around and talked to her as if Sherlock wasn’t standing right there. He scowled briefly, ignoring the comment from Connie and letting out an irritated huff of breath. “What the fuck was that? You’re meant to be on my side, John, that’s why I keep you around.” 

His eyes trailed after Connie, following her distinctive blonde hair until she disappeared from sight, before snapping to John’s face. He gave him that persistent analytical look that nearly always adorned his face, eyes piercing into John’s like he was trying to peer into his soul. 

[badgerwatson-blog]

John waited a second after Connie stormed off before turning and facing Sherlock. He sighed, for Sherlock was obviously irritated and John obviously knew why. "Sherlock, I am on your side," he paused and put a hand on his shoulder to try and reassure him. "But I'd rather not see you get fucking killed because you insulted someone on something that's not their fault! It's wrong, Sherlock!" His voice raised and his hands flew in the direction Connie walked off in, and shook his head. 

John stared back into Sherlock's eyes, trying to make him understand. Sherlock was so smart, so why couldn't he tell when he was doing not right? How did he lack that ability? It came so easy to John, and maybe that's why they work as best friends. He bit his lower lip, waiting for the taller boy to reply. He couldn't lose Sherlock as a friend like this.

[connieskaro]

Imbroglio || Connie + Sherlock add John

[connieskaro]

Connie didn’t have a chance to respond before Holmes’ favourite Hufflepuff intervened. She stared at him, still looking just as conflicted, her hand still shaking as she gripped her wand. Frowning, she lowered the wand. It didn’t make sense for her to attack now— the chances of getting past John to Sherlock were slim, and even if she did, she was outnumbered and Watson would act as witness on behalf of Holmes. It wasn’t rational to attack, however much she wanted to.

"This can’t be sorted, Watson," she replied, her voice surprisingly calm, quiet, cold, and detached in comparison with the rest of her demeanor, which screamed of someone who was in emotional distress. She looked past John at Sherlock, adding an extra layer of threat to her tone, "It won’t be sorted. Not now, at least. Not until he pays for this.”

[heartlessholmes-deactivated2013]

Sherlock didn’t turn to look at John as he heard his name called out, but he could tell who it was immediately; he’d recognize his only friend’s voice anywhere. Instead he just stared down at Connie with a piercing but calm look, more of a focused stare than a glare. He stepped back as John forced his body in front of him, glaring at his back. “John. I don’t need you to step into every disagreement I have.”

”’Pay’ for this? Stop with the dramatics, Skaro.” He stepped out from behind John, an expression of superiority plastered on his face. “There is nothing to be sorted anyway. Your father is a murderer. I’m a heartless prick. That’s it.” 

[badgerwatson-blog]

"Sherlock, Shut. Up." John turned to face his friend, staring up at him with sincerity. Connie didn't deserve this. It wasn't her who did any of the killings, it was her father. "She's not her father and doesn't deserve you shoving it in her face! It's not right!" John spat the words at Sherlock then turned back at Connie. "Listen, he doesn't need to pay for anything, Connie, just calm down. They're just words from Sherlock. When have you ever taken anything he's ever said to heart, eh?" John was just rambling, forcing a reassuring smile onto his face, really hoping he could resolve the situation as quickly as possible. He imagined Sherlock being cross with him after this, but at least he wouldn't be in the hospital wing.

[hornyhunterishorny]

[connieskaro]

Imbroglio || Connie + Sherlock add John

[connieskaro]

“LEAVE ME ALONE!" Connie yelled, suddenly stopping and spinning around to face him, wand pointed directly at his chest. She looked both livid, and like she was about to cry. "You better shut up, Holmes,” she threatened, her hand shaking, “I mean it.”

She didn’t know what she’d do to him if he didn’t— she obviously wasn’t exactly thinking rationally at the moment— but she didn’t want to be pushed to attacking someone just for taunting her, especially when it was likely that, given the current situation, if she were caught she’d likely receive no sympathy from the school’s administration. She likely wouldn’t receive any sympathy from anyone, really.

"I am not my father," she added quietly, staring him down, and looking as conflicted as she felt, "But he is my family. So do not think that you can just waltz in here and call him a murderer to my face without paying any consequences."

[heartlessholmes-deactivated2013]

Sherlock didn’t even flinch as she yelled at him; he’d been expecting it. In fact, he smiled instead, as calm as ever at the other end of someone else’s wand. The smile was a malicious one, forced and fake, stretching across his face in a way that made him look like a smile was never meant to be there.

"Or what?" He taunted, eyes unmoving from her face. "First few weeks of the school year and you’re already going to land yourself in detention, or even get yourself expelled… If I’m lucky. So good luck with that." He gestured to her wand.

"You can’t be denying that he murdered people. I usually prefer to do my own research but all the facts line up— newspapers, witnesses, dead fathers. Your father is a murderer.” He insisted, his hands waving around to add emphasis. 

[badgerwatson-blog]

John was about to call out to Sherlock when he saw his friend walk into the Great Hall, but his mouth was full of potatoes so he couldn't. Then Connie walked passed him and Sherlock followed her out. Why would he do that? Maybe he'd forgotten something in his dormitory or decided he wasn't hungry. John continued eating and hoping for the best, until he hear the unmistakable yell of an angry Connie. 

John jumped up from the table and ran to the doors of the Great Hall. He listened for their voices again and ran around a corner. What he saw was Sherlock waving his hands around and Connie's wand pointed at him. 

"Sherlock!!" John yelled, to get his attention, running to the two of them and shoving himself in between his friend and the girl's wand. "Stop! Connie, I'm sure this can all be sorted." He held a hand up as if to show he was unarmed, and used the other to push Sherlock further behind himself.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Tch."

"Geeze, did you sign up for more classes than you can chew this year?"

[badgerwatson-blog]

I signed up for everything I need to finish to be a Healer. I'm on the right track.