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.

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[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."