Empirically speaking, the thing that is different about me, is you.
(via colluphid)Source: cchatsworth
All things even, George Lestrade is an extremely agreeable prefect.
She’s patient and fair and usually had sweets tucked into the pockets of her robes for terrified first-years, which John Watson knows because he’d been one of them, and hers had been the first reassuring, smiling face he’d seen on the Hogwarts Express, slipping him a Chocolate Frog and whispering, “You’ll be just brilliant. Don’t worry about a thing,” before she’d looked down the train and shouted, “Oy, you lot are getting petrified if you keep that up!” She and Mike Stamford always cheer the loudest when new Gryffindors are inducted and seem to have ever-expanding spaces next to them at the table during the Welcome Feast to fit in first years.
George is a marvelously reckless flyer, always willing to help with everybody’s Muggle Studies homework, and all the House Elves fancy her, so really, only problem with her being prefect is her uncanny ability to attract Slytherins like flies.“But you must tell him,” Sherlock Holmes is arguing, because Sherlock Holmes is almost always trailing George around Hogwarts clutching something slimy or explosive or possibly rotting while looking mulish. “You’re the only one he’ll listen to!”
George stops, finally, in the doorway to the Great Hall, sighing as she runs her hands through Sherlock’s dark curls until they reach a semblance of order — John supposes he’s only enduring this treatment because the boy’s clutching an armful of crackling dried salamanders — and says, “Sherlock, have you considered that the only reason he does listen to me is that I’m not susceptible to your endless manipulation?”
Mutinous, Sherlock says, “Yes, you are!”
“Yes, I am,” George sighs, setting her hands on her hips. “But less so than almost anybody else, so, to reiterate: no, Sherlock, I will not ask the Head Boy to allow you free rein over terrifying experiments in the Forbidden Forest.”
“They’re not all terrifying,” Sherlock sulks.
“But they are mostly terrifying,” George concludes with relish, “and so, no.” Looking up, she catches John spying, and says, “John Watson, is there a reason you’re lurking behind that pillar?”
“Victim of Sherlock’s endless manipulation,” John says honestly, and Sherlock’s crazy-eyed glare is a thing of wonder.
- Irene wasn’t fridged
- Irene wasn’t a victim
- Irene wasn’t a generic love interest
- Irene beat Sherlock
- Irene took everyone’s preconceived notions of gender in criminals and lit them on fire
- Irene was a completely unrepentant HBIC
- Irene (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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