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]

There was a fondness in his eyes and the way his lips quirked up slightly. Most would find his observation menacing but he was fond of Sherlock. Moriarty was a shark and Sherlock his prey. It wasn't about killing, it wasn't about making the other suffer. He truly enjoyed it. The shimmer of entertainment in his life. He liked seeing the other boy content, wrapping his brain around things. It was a game, currently Sherlock was losing.

"You're afraid. For what?" It was his favourite game, forcing Sherlock to confess things they both knew but went unsaid. He leaned forward as his eyes flickered to a student that decided to take a sparing glance their way, hiding everything from view using his own shoulder and Sherlock's. It was the perfect place to do pull such a stunt; there were many people around, true, but their attention was on something else. Stay casual enough and no one would question anything.

[3potionproblem]

“I don’t want to get dirty,” Sherlock said through a tense jaw. He should never have agreed to have met the Slytherin. Jim was unpredictable and completely crazy. Sherlock didn’t remember him being this way when they were younger. And a small part of him thought enough to wonder if perhaps he himself hadn’t played catalyst in some way.