Quidditch "Date"

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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]

Moriarty had always had an uncanny ability to spot Sherlock out of crowds, he attributed it to the fact that they were rather close the previous years - that was something that seemed to be changing rather quickly. Of course, spotting Sherlock out and actually going to him are two very different things. As of late, Moriarty found the thought of the other male leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Sherlock's behavior was utterly disgusting; did he really think he was fooling anyone with the fake sociopath routine anymore? Or was his recent behavior simply him accepting that he was ordinary?

The Slytherin's jaw locked at the thought, lips pursing into a thin line as he filtered through the crowd. He finally decided to stop directly next to Sherlock and he did not laugh nor did he smile as he stood there silently watching the game everyone seemed to unfathomably invested in. Of course he did decide to speak up after a long moment of silence: "Kind of pitiful how something so meaningless could entertain so many normal people." There's something darker in the way he spoke, his typically playful tone replaced with something that would set red flags off in even the most vicious killers. There is a lack of observation on Moriarty's part; typically his coffee brown eyes would be watching Sherlock curiously. Not once did he spare the taller boy even the briefest of looks.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock looked down at him, eyes sharp with curiosity.

"The more people something is meant to entertain, the less complex it becomes. Simple nature of society. They're appealing to masses, not individuals. Just so happens we're apart from that."

He shrugged it off. There was no reason to be offended by Quiddich or the propensity to cater to the least among them. It was what it was. It made his job easier, really, for such patterns to exist.