Quidditch "Date"

[3potionproblem]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty
TONE: Tense to somewhat romantic
RATING: PG-13 [tw - talk of suicide]
WHEN: Sunday, November 25th
WHERE: The Quidditch stands
WHAT: Sherlock and Jim go on their Quidditch date.
STATUS: Completed
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Sherlock stood in the Ravenclaw Quidditch viewing box watching the crowd far more than he bothered to watch the game as he stood aside from the stands. It wouldn't do well to be stuck in the middle of that crowd. For one, they were very noisy. For another, he was supposed to be meeting someone and standing aside would make him a bit more obvious. Not that Jim really needed the help.

To pass the time he watched Greg and Tony above, comparing their performance and team management styles with what he knew of them. He followed Peter's broom now and then. Things moved too fast to really be all that interesting. Sherlock much preferred a game of whits to a game mostly of luck, chance, and physical skill.

Comments

[ihaveanappforthat]

Being bored of life and wanting a little entertainment and whinging about being a kid are two very different subjects, Sherlock.

"I'm going to gather more information very soon. Then I'll have a clear suggestion." He met Sherlock with another smile as his eyes stayed locked with Sherlock's.

[3potionproblem]

"Gather more information how? Snow won't share anything and no first hand accounts from either incident implicate anyone."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"Thinking inside the box doesn't suit you, Sherlock, especially when you're questioning my competence."

[3potionproblem]

"Not your competence. Just your methods."

The noise of the crowd carried down. Someone had made an excellent play. Sherlock wondered absently if it had been one of his friends. Surely if it had been, they'd relay the remarkable event to him in their own time.

[ihaveanappforthat]

He continued to stare at Sherlock with a rather passive look.

"If he refuses to share information you ask questions and listen to what he doesn't say, I know you know this, I doubt he'll be hard to read."

[3potionproblem]

"Well, good luck with him, then. You'll have to let me know how it goes."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"Mmm, I do hope you're not as skeptical as you sound." He seemed slightly ruffled by the thought.not enough to be angry though. "Did I ever tell you what my father does? He works in the ministry. Its why he's away all the time. My mum, she used to. Its how they met. It's all rathing touching." He knit his fingers together before raising them above his head in a stretch, moving closer to Sherlock as he did.

His eyes were still watching, searching Sherlock's own for something. "His intimidation tactics do little for me."

[3potionproblem]

"I wouldn't think you intimidated. Not by the likes of Snow. Or anyone for that matter. Snow just doesn't strike me as the type to give much away." Sherlock shrugged. "I honestly intend no skepticism. Just not the highest degree of optimism either."

[ihaveanappforthat]

He stopped in front of the other boy, not invading his personal bubble for once. "Fair enough. I will share my results," he said with a smile, "if I get any that is." He couldn't help but chuckle, he was actually enjoying Sherlock's time a lot more than he typically did. He did seem to be sticking to his promise of no games. He wasn't trying to intimidate or upset the other since he made the deal.

[3potionproblem]

"Thank you. It could prove invaluable." Sherlock was grateful to have Jim acting less manic and disturbed. Whichever one was the act, it didn't really matter so long as there was a friendly sort of peace between them.

[ihaveanappforthat]

Dark eyes flickered to the wall, his gaze danced across it seemingly once again in thought. "I hear he enjoys passing out detentions." His tone had a small amount of disgust to it. What a waste of his time detention would be.

[3potionproblem]

"Best not to do anything to land you in detention in that case."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"May I do something?" He locked his gaze on Sherlock's pale eyes once again then paused before scoffing in amusement and clarifying, "Nothing to do with knives I promise."

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock's brow furrowed. "Why do you need my permission?"

[ihaveanappforthat]

"Because your opinion matters."

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock shrugged. "Then just don't do anything I wouldn't do." Which wasn't a long list, to be fair.

[ihaveanappforthat]

"...That's hardly fair. You don't do much similar to me." There was a ghost of a pout on his lips.

[3potionproblem]

"Then perhaps you shouldn't have asked."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"Even if it relates to you?"

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock shrugged. "If it affects me, perhaps it would be best to be including in the planning stages. But I'm not one to tell others how to conduct themselves in general."

[ihaveanappforthat]

His eyes languidly traveled from Sherlock to the ground off to the side. "Right, okay." He nodded his head more than a few times. "You don't seem hesitant to the idea that it involves you. Why?" He was curious once again.

[3potionproblem]

"Well, it does concern me so I'm sure it involves me in some way."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"I'm not talking about the professor Snow plan." He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock had missed something somewhere. He cocked his head slightly. "What are we talking about, then?"

[ihaveanappforthat]

"I was asking permission to do this..." Moriarty took a step closer before leaning up on the balls of his feet and pressing his lips to Sherlock's. His hand ghosted over the side of his neck with a touch far softer than most would expect from James. Permission, he had been asking permission instead of forcing Sherlock. He seemed hesitant more than forceful, waiting for Sherlock to push him away.