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drinking a big cold glass of water helps when I feel groggy like that. Sorry it's been rough for you :/

yeah I just grabbed my canteen of water that I always refill and keep in the fridge. drank a lot of it. I always drink water when I get up. Thanks dear, I’m making through it. :)

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[theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes]

Potter!lock: Sherlock asks Molly to the Yule Ball :)

The paintings hushed and fretted whenever his wand light flickered into their direction, hunching and trying to move out of canvas to avoid it. He was on his way to the kitchen corridor. Hardly a route he was unfamiliar with. Neither were the barrels with their silly tapping in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff’s name hard to deduce when he’d come across them the first time, or so he’d said during his second year, watching a pair of brown eyes stare at him in mild horror. 

Then again, the few occasions he’d gotten to Hufflepuff’s basement, which anyone could enter really, as they didn’t have any real password (silly open minded house) - - there had always been an adventure of some kind. Whether it was regarding mysterious hounds that roamed the forbidden forrest or the devilish Wizard Moriarty. 

No, Sherlock Holmes always had a reason to visit Molly Hooper, and regularly John Watson from Gryffindor would follow him. The pair of them navigating through Hogwarts and never getting caught, even without a silly trinket like an invisibility cloak. In some ways, Sherlock despaired that Wizards thought Muggles as inept when it came to ways of thinking. Muggles made do without magic rather nicely, or so his father was daily proof of. 

“Remember,” he thought, shaking his dark curls, almost disappearing into his own thoughts again as he got to the dark kitchen corridor. Yes, he had a reason to visit Molly, but alone this time - and this wasn’t a regular adventure. 

It had all started at the announcement of the ‘Yule Ball’ where they were encouraged all to attend, and he’d unsurprisingly said he wasn’t going. John wasn’t surprised, as he was too busy trying to summon up the courage to ask Mary Morstan from Slytherin. 

The thing that was peculiar with all of this was how the female population at Hogwarts had seemed to suddenly increase, as if they’d over one day been flooded over with them, but amidst this, Molly Hooper seemed to have vanished. At first he’d not given it much thought, as he still saw her in the classes they shared, but she seemed to be purposively avoiding him. 

She was also not talking to anyone according to several of her Hufflepuff classmates, which made him bewildered. Molly wasn’t unpopular. Several of the boys at the school seemed to be wondering where she was, as most of the eligible ladies where getting off the market prior to the ball. 

“You should - - hurry,” said John when he’d not seen Molly for two weeks. 

“Hurry? Hurry - what?”

John looked at him in a ‘you’re an idiot’ sort of way. 

Of course what John meant hadn’t struck him until a seventh year had approached him. “Do you know where Molly Hooper is?”

He knew where she was, but he wasn’t about to give her whereabouts freely. She obviously didn’t want to be found. “No.”

“Really? You usually know everything. Well, do you at least know if she’d fancy going out with me for the ball?”

His answer surprised even him, “No, she wouldn’t, as she’s going with me.”

And this was why he was heading to Hufflepuff to talk, and ask her before she heard that they were already going out together. He knew how upset she was whenever she wasn’t given a choice in a matter, especially if he was involved, as he could literally see the static of her magic encircle her under those few instances he’d acted a complete moron. 

When he’d finally gotten to the final bit of his journey, he was astonished to find himself colliding into something - or someone - “Ow -,” the other person soon smacked him on the arm, hissing at the light of his wand - “Sherlock!”

“Why are you - ah - prefect duties this late?” he said faintly amused, quickly lowering his wandlight at her vexed expression. 

She crossed her arms, “I should be docking points from you, you know.”

“You won’t.”

“No - not since we’re apparently going to the Yule Ball together,” her voice rose an octave or two, and he felt himself pale a bit in her presence. She did despite her smallness frighten him on occasion. One could easily underestimate her, but that was usually her enemies downfall (though she truly had none, being one of the most well-liked at the school). “ - - I can answer for myself you know. There’s no need to lie for me. I know you think that’s fine and all-,”

“But your Hufflepuff honour won’t have it?” he said trying to be funny, but he faltered at the look on her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first - I hadn’t I realised I really wanted to until that moment.”

She stared at him, “Sorry?” she said after a second or two. “You - you’re asking me?”

“Yes?” he said equally bewildered. 

“But - but as friends, right?” she said in one breath. “Just as friends?”

For one inexplicable and terrifying second he thought she’d gotten over him, and that she was being kind to him. That maybe her avoiding him as well was so she wouldn’t have to tell him no to his face, and that he’d been too late. He felt it almost true in that very moment, but the fear he felt almost overtake him - seemed to be prominent in her eyes as well. 

“No - not like friends.”

And she’s blinking a ridiculous amount, and he’s not entirely certain why she looks like she’s on the verge of tears or why she’s suddenly laughing. “Okay,” she said grinning at him. “We won’t be friends, then.”

He smiled back in return, suddenly rather uncertain how to proceed. He hadn’t planned this far exactly. Thinking only as far as getting to his destination and hoping he’d know what to do when the time came. 

“Umm, why are you going on a patrol this late?” he said after the pair of them just stared at each other rather awkwardly. 

Neither seeming to know what to do, so he chose the safe course of action. Her cheeks were suddenly rather crimson, however, her eyes looking everywhere but his face. “There’s been a bit of activity during the nights, since the ball got announced-,”

“ - Oh - - oh.”

It wasn’t that he expected that kind of activity, though he understood enough to know that it was activity that he wasn’t famed from partaking in exactly. “Yes,” she said with a nervous giggle. “ - Which reminds me - - five points from Ravenclaw-,”

He gaped at her in surprise. 

“You’re not in your house, Sherlock-,” she continued, and he was about to protest the lost points when she suddenly stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. His face suddenly felt hot, her soft lips lingering for a little while, before she slowly drew back, and he felt her sweet breath on his lips. 

She didn’t move forward, somewhat frozen while he stared, lowering his head ever so slightly to make it a possibility, but then she withdrew with a wicked grin.  “And another five points for improper behaviour.” 

He was certainly going to protest now, or so he thought, but he was completely thrown off guard when her petite form leapt forward and he enthusiastically returned the favour. 

The loss of points were worth it in the end. 

[darlinghogwarts]

18 :*

House: HufflepuffO.W.L score: Exceeds Expectations Patronus: Basilisk Favorite subject: Transfiguration Wand: Laurel, dragon heartstring core, 11 1/4 inches, fairly suppleChoice of Profession: Part of a team assembled by the International Confederacy of Wizards and Winzengamot. You are currently studying the animagus process, and ways to make it faster. Furthermore, you are studying which part of the DNA and magical core determines the animal that a person may turn into. You are hoping to alter this structure to enable witches and wizards to have multiple animagus forms.

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[myunproductiveparadise]

emedealer replied to your post “i just ordered 20 boxes of girl scout cookies and no i don’t intend to...”

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[sherlockadoresmolly]

These gorgeous and very kind (also brave) Sherlollians allowed me to attempt drawing their selfies! My scanner is down at the moment so these are, unfortunately, taken with my phone. They’re done in a couple different styles and have also been played with in PS :)

From left to right (1st row and then 2nd row):

itwasmycroftbbc

sprinkledwithsherlolly

emedealer

sinnerwoman86

Thanks!!